You Can Still Die When The Sun

Our Souls, Shame-wounded By Our Sins, Cling To Us Yet More, A Woman To Her Lover Clinging, The More The More.

I Am, A Stride At A Time. A Very Short Space Of Time Through Very Short Time Of Space.

In The Name Of Annah The Allmaziful, The Everliving, The Bringer Of Plurabilities, Haloed Be Her Eve, Her Singtime Sung, Her Rill Be Run, Unhemmed As It Is Uneven!

A Man's Errors Are His Portals Of Discovery.

It Is As Painful Perhaps To Be Awakened From A Vision As To Be Born.