You Feel On Your Lips

It Was The Voice Of Mad Seas, Roaring Immense,/ That Shattered Your Infant Breast, Too Soft, Too Human.

. . . Be Absolute Moderne.

-but I've Just Noticed That My Mind Is Asleep.

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

Your Memory And Your Senses Will Be Nourishment For Your Creativity.