The Strides Of Humanity Are Slow, They

How Many Women Does One Need To Sing The Scale Of Love All The Way Up And Down?

The Stars Are Scattered All Over The Sky Like Shimmering Tears, There Must Be Great Pain In The Eye From Which They Trickled.

Revolution Is Like Saturn, It Devours Its Own Children.

And For Tired Eyes Every Light Is Too Bright, And For Tired Lips Every Breath Too Heavy, And For Tired Ears Every Word Too Much.

You Women Could Make Someone Fall In Love Even With A Lie.