THIS IS A COLLECTION OF POEMS UNDER A SINGLE TITLE
XXXII. come hither lost souls,
for the sky has grown dark,
not even the moon shall come round this nigh'.
i know not our purpose the day before last or further,
i only know now,
we are to become the stars.
What did you think when you read that? Just tell me, please, even if it was the most unintelligible thought or image, I'd like to know.