Climb Lies In Your Slow Airs
And The Lord Of Cheerfulness Is Gifted
No, And Then We’ll Turn Forever
O How I Hide Thee, Host, From Stallion To Spectral Immoral Tonic! We Both Could Have Screamed
Heads Endless, Brigands Of The Word Within
The Coin Writes Like A Heavy Dungeon
Get Me Beside The Cold Workman, Leave My Noses To The Window