You Are My Sun, My Moon, And

The Sensual Mysticism Of Entire Vertical Being.

Spring Is Like A Perhaps Hand

Equality Is What Does Not Exist Among Mortals.

God's Terrible Face Brighter Than A Spoon Collects The Image Of One Fatal Word;so That My Life(which Liked The Sun And The Moon)resembles Something That Has Not Occurred:i Am A Birdcage Without Any Bird A Collar Looking For A Dog A Kisswithout Lips;a Prayer Lacking Any Kneesbut Something Beats Within My Shirt To Provehe Is Undead Who Living Noone Is.i Have Never Loved You Dear As Now I Love.

I Carry Your Heart With Me(i Carry It In My Heart)