In the quest for shudders i was as the absence Melted in my hand As clear as my gleaming sorrow A spectral fascination For irony to serve Are the glorious those who triumph In a kingdom of eternity? ...a castle of sand Whose roof has sheltered my I sense "the absence of triumph and lust Abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand" A whore gave birth to the flies ...who flew away with my beauty A virgin gave birth to my masks I simulate the absence "to enter a kingdom of Flesh - a ghastly worn shadow A fiery picture of poet in hel" Forlorn i was as poets should be I am as chosen as the weaver himself.