Sunday, December 13, 2009
The story is mere phantasy, of extremities,
The hardships of love commend a relief.
In this story of hard knowledge there is my altar
To which I sacrifice, and I worship the belief.
Let it become you this forsaken nature,
It became one when it was not one
And the smells of paradise ever felt.
The phantasy has turned true due to the sky
And the information so fragrant is vanishing.
This is mere phantasy!