True Alchemy Lies In This

And From Then On, I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused, And Opalescent, Devouring Green Azures

And Again: No More Gods! No More Gods! Man Is King, Man Is God! - But The Great Faith Is Love!

The Poet Makes Himself A Seer Through A Long, Vast And Painstaking Derangement Of All The Senses

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

A Thousand Dreams Within Me Softly Burn: From Time To Time My Heart Is Like Some Oak Whose Blood Runs Golden Where A Branch Is Torn.