in my soul I seek the calypso who hides me from myself to keep me for herself against all odds I seek her daily and thus am lost to myself
ii. stupa
but this odyssey now has other rules to lose that self of unremitting joylessness who professes no love for me who compensates with fantasies of love unrequited who keeps me yearning for a ghost in a glass pain who keeps me blinded and cold-pressed by her charms
iii. belltower
in the rugged terrain of the soul stands a belltower a beacon of measured tones sounding for Love with Love in Love of Love