Nobody Knew The Iron Man Had Fallen.

So The Self Under The Eye Lies, Attendant And Withdrawn.

The Sea Cries With Its Meaningless Voice, Treating Alike Its Dead And Its Living

And As If Reporting Some Felony To The Police They Let You Know You Were Not John Donne.

So We Found The End Of Our Journey. So We Stood, Alive In The River Of Light, Among The Creatures Of Light, Creatures Of Light.

Haven’t You Heard Of The Music Of The Spheres?” Asked The Dragon. “it’s The Music That Space Makes To Itself. All The Spirits Inside All The Stars Are Singing. I’m A Star Spirit. I Sing Too. The Music Of The Spheres Is What Makes Space So Peaceful.