The morning sighs in softest hue—
the sky has saved its gold for you...

How lonely is the flame
that burns for its own fire...

Only the mad
can wrestle the self...

Magicians rule with fear and lies,
but truth remains beneath disguise...

Only in chains
does freedom begin...

All audiences are shadows—
save the one...

They would not let God
into His own house...

You are so fine—
the universe holds its breath...

The hourglass narrows—
time’s throat swallows lies...

B is the echo of A—
a ripple born in time...

See through the butterfly of things—
each ending unfolds...

The sun is tick,
the moon is tack...