The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss

No One's Serious At Seventeen.

The Northern Lights Rise Like A Kiss To The Sea

Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The Sea

Love...no Such Thing. Whatever It Is That Binds Families And Married Couples Together, That's Not Love. That's Stupidity Or Selfishness Or Fear. Love Doesn't Exist. Self Interest Exists, Attachment Based On Personal Gain Exists, Complacency Exists. But Not Love. Love Has To Be Reinvented, That’s Certain.

The Poet Makes Himself A Seer Through A Long, Vast And Painstaking Derangement Of All The Senses