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...

To dream is to wake up
and to wake up is to dream...

The reason of hideousness
is that we could learn beauty...

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

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...

The hyenas' heinous hunts of fawns,
the gory glory sacrifice of lambs...

Tell me how have these
lilies learned geometry...