[00:11.97]In the quest for shudders I was as the absence[00:21.87]melted in my hand[00:22.29]As clear as my gleaming sorrow[00:27.09]A spectral fascination[00:30.63]For irony to serve[00:31.35]are the glorious those who triumph[00:52.35]in a kingdom of eternity?[00:55.29]..a castle of sand[00:57.69]whose roof has sheltered my[00:58.23]I sense "the absence of triumph and lust[01:20.49]abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand"[01:42.06]A whore gave birth to the flies[01:50.04]..who flew away with my beauty[01:52.74]A virgin gave birth to my masks[02:13.74]I simulate the absence[02:17.52]"To enter a kingdom of[02:18.18]flesh - a ghastly worn shadow[02:26.28]A fiery picture of poet in hel"[03:06.99]Forlorn I was as poets should be[03:07.95]I am as chosen as the weaver himself.