I Think We Are In Rats’ Alley

The Definition Of Hell Is A Place Where Nothing Connects With Nothing.

Our Emotions Are Only “incidents” In The Effort To Keep Day And Night Together.

Dante And Shakespeare Divide The World Between Them. There Is No Third.

So First, Your Memory I'll Jog, And Say: A Cat Is Not A Dog

Oh, Do Not Ask, 'what Is It?'/let Us Go And Make Our Visit.