Not God With Wine, Nor Death, Nor

Writing. Love Is Writing.

The Elixir Of Life, The Philosopher's Stone Is Yours If You Surrender Sterile Logic, Trivial Reason.

I Will Be Free, No Lover's Kiss To Bind Me To Earth, No Bliss Of Love To Counteract Actual Bliss.

Light Threatens, Is Active, Is Gone, So It Is With A Song.

Every Concrete Object Has Abstract Value, Is Timeless In The Dream Parallel.