A Thousand Dreams Within Me

Is It In These Bottomless Nights That You Sleep In Exile?

You Will Always Be A Hyena.

And From That Time On I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused And Churned Into Milk, Devouring The Green Azures; Where, Entranced In Pallid Flotsam, A Dreaming Drowned Man Sometimes Goes Down.

Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The Sea

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.