The Only Thing You Must Never Speak

Poets Are The Sense, Philosophers The Intelligence Of Humanity.

Where Am I, I Don't Know, I'll Never Know, In The Silence, In The Silence You Don't Know, You Must Go On, I Can't Go On, I'll Go On.

What Goes By The Name Of Love Is Banishment, With Now And Then A Postcard From The Homeland, Such Is My Considered Opinion, This Evening.

Words Are The Clothes Thoughts Wear.

They Give Birth Astride Of A Grave, The Light Gleams An Instant, Then It's Night Once More.