We measure everything by ourselves with almost a necessary conceit.

I recreate myself; that is my only power.

While gazing at myself from yourself, I was beautiful.

In a myriad of ways you tell one truth.

A smiling lie is a whirlwind, easy to enter, but hard to escape.

You don't know anything, but I know even less.

Will the day tell its secret Before it disappears, Becomes timeless night.