No One Knows, The Heart Of A

My Eye-balls Are Glass, My Limbs Marble, My Face Fixed In Its Marble Mask.

Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward Me To Learn Of Love.

No Poetic Phantasy But A Biological Reality, A Fact: I Am An Entity Like Bird, Insect, Plant Or Sea-plant Cell; I Live; I Am Alive.

When You Would Think, "what Was The Use Of It," You'll Remember Something You Can't Grasp And You'll Wonder What It Was.

The Elixir Of Life, The Philosopher's Stone Is Yours If You Surrender Sterile Logic, Trivial Reason.