Whom Can I Ask What I Came

The Truth Is In The Prolouge. Death To The Romantic Fool., The Expert In Solitary Confinement.

But I Love Your Feet Only Because They Walked Upon The Earth And Upon The Wind And Upon The Waters, Until They Found Me.

Like A Jar You Housed The Infinite Tenderness, And The Infinite Oblivion Shattered You Like A Jar.

Megaphone In Which The Wind Passes Singing.

Once More I Am The Silent One Who Came Out Of The Distance Wrapped In Cold Rain And Bells: I Owe To Earth's Pure Death The Will To Sprout.