Sing And Your Hell Is Heaven, Your

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

...if You Do Not Even Understand What Words Say, How Can You Expect To Pass Judgement On What Words Conceal?

You Are Wind In A Stark Tree, You Are The Stark Tree Unbent, You Are A Strung Bow, You Are An Arrow.

Writing. Love Is Writing.

I Spit Honey Out Of My Mouth: Nothing Is Second-best After The Sweet Of Eros.