In the quest for shudders I was as the absence
Melted in my hand
As clear as my gleaming sorrow
A spectral fascination
For irony to serve
Are the glorious those who triumph
In a kingdom of eternity?
...a castle of sand
Whose roof has sheltered my
I sense \"the absence of triumph and lust
Abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand\"
A whore gave birth to the flies
...who flew away with my beauty
A virgin gave birth to my masks
I simulate the absence
\"To enter a kingdom of
Flesh - a ghastly worn shadow
A fiery picture of poet in hel\"
Forlorn I was as poets should be
I am as chosen as the weaver himself.