Life Is The Farce Which

One Evening I Sat Beauty On My Knees – And I Found Her Bitter – And I Reviled Her.

It Was The Voice Of Mad Seas, Roaring Immense,/ That Shattered Your Infant Breast, Too Soft, Too Human.

I Wrote Silences; Nights; I Recorded The Unnameable.

Eternity Is The Sun Mixed With The Sea

Life Is The Farce Which Everyone Has To Perform.