The Heroes Of The Present Will Retreat

The Body Whips The Soul. In Its Great Desire It Demands The Elixir In The Roar Of Spring, Transmutations.

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

We All Want What's Been Suddenly Disallowed.

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

Not One Death But Many, Not Accumulation But Change, The Feed-back Proves, The Feed-back Is The Law