Between madness and sanity
between past and prospect...

Sea water inflames
my guts like a lonely man...

Complete me you do
because I am nothing and...

Those who've tried so hard
to sweep him away by brooms...

The awe of wrinkles,
will wither and desiccate...

This scrap of dirt,
this portion of earth...

When you smile
the white gate of Eden opens...

There are ends to the distances
There are ends to all the roads...

I am
as old as...

On and on, forever—
perfection lost...

Parallels are delusion
otherwise, roads were endless...

The reason that we keep on going
is that we are not going anywhere...