You Will Always Be A Hyena.

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

I May Die Of Earthly Love, Or Of Devotion.

It Is Wrong To Say: I Think. One Ought To Say: I Am Thought. I Is Someone Else.

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.

But, Truly, I Have Wept Too Much! The Dawns Are Heartbreaking. Every Moon Is Atrocious And Every Sun Bitter.