Faith assuages, guides, restores.

But the problem is to make the soul into a monster

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.

-But I've just noticed that my mind is asleep.

I turned silences and nights into words. What was unutterable, I wrote down. I made the whirling world stand still.

I went out under the sky, Muse! and I was your vassal.

Whose hearts must I break? What lies must I maintain? - Through whose blood am I to wade ?