One Flower May Slay The

Dead Men Would Start And Move Toward Me To Learn Of Love.

Thoth, Hermes, The Stylus, The Palette, The Pen, The Quill Endure, Though Our Books Are A Floor Of Smouldering Ash Under Our Feet.

When The Shingles Hissed In The Rain Incendiary, Other Values Were Revealed To Us

Ah Love Is Bitter And Sweet, But Which Is More Sweet The Bitterness Or The Sweetness, None Has Spoken It.

I Had Drawn Away Into The Salt, Myself, A Shell Emptied Of Life.