A Prelude of Courtesies (Taurus in the Arena of Life)

He said Otherwise you'll wander forever, in an absurd shadow, seeking what you never gave

Slave name. Slave name. Pointing away from yourself. Scolding the very things you desire.

Memory is more like hope than anything

You fill me with--

And the erotic is what not to mention

Even if it exists (gods were never decent) it's wrong to be certain

Our elemental unison

My world of dreams fashioned in broad daylight

Yes, that is what gives