Everything is ceremony in the wild garden of childhood.

But I love your feet only because they walked upon the earth and upon the wind and upon the waters, until they found me.

In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begins.

I am everybody and every time, I always call myself by your name.

You came to my life with what you were bringing, made of light and bread and shadow I expected you, and Like this I need you, Like this I love you, and to those who want to hear tomorrow that which I will not tell them, let them read it here, and let them back off today because it is early for these arguments.

You can say anything you want, yessir, but it's the words that sing, they soar and descend...I bow to them...I love them, I cling to them, I run them down, I bite into them, I melt them down...I love words so much...The unexpected ones...The ones I wait for greedily or stalk until, suddenly, they drop.

And what importance do I have in the courtroom of oblivion?