One Loves Only Form, And

The Body Whips The Soul. In Its Great Desire It Demands The Elixir In The Roar Of Spring, Transmutations.

I'm Trying To Climb Up Both Walls At Once.

What Can We Do When Even The Public Conveyances Sing? How Can We Go Anywhere, Even Cross-town How Get Out Of Anywhere

The Flowers Are Ravined By Bees, The Fruit Blossoms Are Thrown To The Ground, The Wind The Rain Forces Everything.

Not One Death But Many, Not Accumulation But Change, The Feed-back Proves, The Feed-back Is The Law