Like The Birds Of The Sea, Men

But Learn This Custom From The Flower: Silence Your Tongue.

Come Sit With Me! Let Us Drink The Holy Wine Of Happiness.

There's A Hidden Sweetness In The Stomach's Emptiness. We Are Lutes, No More, No Less. If The Soundbox Is Stuffed Full Of Anything, No Music.... When You're Full Of Food And Drink, Satan Sits Where Your Spirit Should.

Love Is The Reality, And Poetry Is The Drum.

Through Love The Devil Becomes An Angel. Through Love Stones Become Soft As Butter. Through Love Grief Is Like Delight. Through Love Demons Become The Servants Of God.