Head full of winnings,
heart full of gain...

We're on the move;
fast pacing...

Oldest Willow tree
stands stronger than younger ones...

I sit in my room,
A cold and hard November...

O Muse!
Let the cup pass from me...

Well the view from down here
is that the plane is infinite...

After nearly killing off one side of the Earth,
the sun moves on to start on the next...

Grotesque mirror by the bedside,
Tiny rivulets of quicksilver...

I crawled within my home
And locked up all the doors...

One autumn morning I stepped forward
and found myself in a deep forest glade...

Hearken to me, beast of beasts,
Before the morning light intrude...

So I gave up.
It was only a matter...