Morality Is The Weakness Of The Mind.

Morality Is The Weakness Of The Mind.

You Feel On Your Lips A Kiss Fluttering, A Tiny Scrap Of Life.

And I Am Still Alive-what Though, My Damnation Is Eternal. A Man Who Deliberately Mutilates Himself Is Truly Damned, Is He Not? I Believe That I Am In Hell, Therefore I Am.

The Poet Makes Himself A Voyant Through A Long, Immense Reasoned Deranging Of All His Senses. All The Forms Of Love, Of Suffering, Of Madness; He Tries To Find Himself, He Exhausts In Himself All The Poisons, To Keep Only Their Quintessences.

Come From Forever, And You Will Go Everywhere.