Through the supple shades of aether, the gains
of memories and past accumulate together on the porch of
my soul. See! See it there? It is my dream, my caricature of harmony!
Smiling there with mercurial posture. A laugh charming to the
touch. Eyes glistening like the waxen waves of the sea.

My existence within this party of Eden, comprised splendidly of you and you and
you, is melodic. Vibrating in and out of perfection. How joyous! Lo! there
is no other way that a man can live. No other way a man can
love. Through the dreams of reality the slippery vapor of
eternity is calling us.