We scaled the face of reason
to find at least one
Saloman hung down her head, laid bare her heart
For the
Words by Luis De Gongora (1581).
Fortune presents gifts not
If it were within, within our power
Beyond the reach of
Severance
The birds of leaving call to us
Yet here we stand
Endowed
I thought I'd found a reason to live
Just like before
John Francis Dooley, wipe the sleep from your eyes
And embrace