One Is Least Sure Of One's Self,

No God Save Self, That Is The Way To Live.

The Days, The Nights, Flow One By One Above Us. The Hours Go Silently Over Our Lifted Faces. We Are Like Dreamers Who Walk Beneath A Sea. Beneath High Walls We Flow In The Sun Together. We Sleep, We Wake, We Laugh, We Pursue, We Flee.

The One You Love Leans Forward, Smiles, Deceives You, Opens A Door Through Which You See Dark Dreams.

I Love You, What Star Do You Live On?

Should I Not Hear, As I Lie Down In Dust, The Horns Of Glory Blowing Above My Burial?