It Is Wrong To Say:

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.

Come From Forever, And You Will Go Everywhere.

What Am I Doing Here?

You Will Always Be A Hyena.

Eternity. It Is The Sea Mingled With The Sun.