Each god stands as the antipode to its servants—
a reflection inverted...

You stereotype
when you fixate only on traits...

To each individual,
every index, other than their own...

Time is spiral yet
without a history it's...

A sundown splendour
is an autumnal splendour...

If I have come in dress thou hast garmented for...
I would have found thy garment, not thee...

It was a song—
that reminded me...

I am sickened by this crowd—
those who lost their Christmas...

The whole of eternity
is but a short while...

Sanity, like space,
and everything else, is a sphere...

To deny beauty
in another is to cast...

You must find music
from within to be able...