I'll Do My Life Work, Sticking Up

He Felt He Had Lost It For Good, He Knew What It Was To Have Been In Communication With Her, And To Be Cast Off Again. In Misery, His Heart Like A Heavy Stone, He Went About Unliving.

The Only Reality Was Nothingness, And Over It A Hypocrisy Of Words.

Necessary, Forever Necessary, To Burn Out False Shames And Smelt The Heaviest Ore Of The Body Into Purity.

The Horse, The Horse! The Symbol Of Surging Potency And Power Of Movement, Of Action.

The Glamour Of Childish Days Is Upon Me, My Manhood Is Cast Down In The Flood Of Remembrance.