Come from forever, and you will go everywhere.

I wrote silences; nights; I recorded the unnameable.

Faith assuages, guides, restores.

And from then on, I bathed in the Poem of the Sea, star-infused, and opalescent, devouring green azures

The poet makes himself a voyant through a long, immense reasoned deranging of all his senses. All the forms of love, of suffering, of madness; he tries to find himself, he exhausts in himself all the poisons, to keep only their quintessences.

Stronger than alcohol, vaster than poetry, Ferment the freckled red bitterness of love!

A man who wants to mutilate himself is certainly damned, isn't he?