Sell Not Yourself At Little

A Pearl Goes Up For Auction. No One Has Enough, So The Pearl Buys Itself.

From The Moment You Entered This World Of Existence, A Ladder Was Put In Front Of You So You Could Escape.

You Are An Ocean In A Drop Of Dew, All The Universes In A Thin Sack Of Blood. What Are These Pleasures Then, These Joys, These Worlds That You Keep Reaching For, Hoping They Will Make You More Alive?

A Circle Of Lovely, Quiet People Becomes The Ring On My Finger.

We Come Spinning Out Of Nothingness, Scattering Stars Like Dust.