Why should I bother with all these temporal...
~ the temptations of which...

You are incurable
because...

Nothing more serrated than the stretch of a bloom...
Nothing is craggier than the distance of two...

I am the humble man of your virtue.
I am the fire from within...

I do not know how long I am going to live
I do not know how long we shall be together...

Does Real madness need audience?
Does the insanity of love, splendor...

If you cannot afford to defend yourself
you are almost as good as guilty...

It is endless
their aptitude of flaming to burst and blaze out...

To camouflage their
smeared hands they deliquesce in...

Wheel marks
on the mirage...

Sounds vibrate to silence,
waves to stillness...

In any second our wings portion death and life.
We are equals as we are together...