Love Is So Short, Forgetting Is So

Each In The Most Hidden Sack Kept The Lost Jewels Of Memory, Intense Love, Secret Nights And Permanent Kisses, The Fragment Of Public Or Private Happiness. A Few, The Wolves, Collected Thighs, Other Men Loved The Dawn Scratching Mountain Ranges Or Ice Floes, Locomotives, Numbers. For Me Happiness Was To Share Singing, Praising, Cursing, Crying With A Thousand Eyes. I Ask Forgiveness For My Bad Ways: My Life Had No Use On Earth.

Your Wide Eyes Are The Only Light I Know From Extinguished Constellations.

The Truth Is In The Prolouge. Death To The Romantic Fool., The Expert In Solitary Confinement.

To Love Is To Tilt With The Lightning, Two Bodies Routed By A Single Honey's Sweet.

I No Longer Love Her, That's Certain, But Maybe I Love Her. Love Is So Short, Forgetting Is So Long.