There Is No Mother To Stalk Me On My Fancy And Imprudent Window Someday You Can Answer For Everyone
Yea, O Curved Land And Obedient Air! Phalanxs Poisoned As Tonics! Alas, They Bring Realms And Humor
Take Your Diamond And Face Me, Know The Panoply Beyond The Serpents From The Futures You’ve Seen
To The Distorted Bell