There Is No Insurmountable Solitude.

Place Gifts Of Silver In Our Hands. Give Us This Day Our Daily Fish.

Ah, Love Is A Voyage With Water And A Star, In Drowning Air And Squalls Of Precipitate Bran; Love Is A War Of Lights In The Lightning Flashes, Two Bodies Blasted In A Single Burst Of Honey.

Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.

I Spin On The Circle Of Wave Upon Wave Of The Sea.

Green Was The Silence, Wet Was The Light, The Month Of June Trembled Like A Butterfly.