gh0stdot: you have put the wild waters in this roar
gh0stdot: to divide him inventorially would dizzy the arithmetic of memory
gh0stdot: no man is by; and you recount your sorrows to a stone.
gh0stdot: that darkness does the face of earth entomb, when living light should kiss it
gh0stdot: stay thy hands thou art an amazon
gh0stdot: for wise men are grown foppish
gh0stdot: what we take for the song of angels (I)
gh0stdot: what we take for the song of angels (II)
gh0stdot: lying in my heap of earth I can naturally dream of all sorts of things
gh0stdot: but how quiet the man becomes around the sixth hour
gh0stdot: it is the thousandth forgetting of a dream dreamt a thousand times and forgotten a thousand times