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
