THIS IS A COLLECTION OF SHORT POEMS UNDER A SINGLE TITLE
XL. pt. i. i'd knelt on the cliff of time;
with the false sunlight blinding me
and it was warm,
then the cycle of aching came to taunt me,
night fell and solace arose in the form of the mother and her stars,
What did you think when you read that? What did you feel? Even if it was the most unintelligible scene or incomprehensible nonsense, tell me, please. I'd like to know.