I CLEAR MY MIND TO AVOID STARING BLINDLY AT THE ONE TALKING TO ME. MY MOTIONLESS HANDS TOUCH EVERYTHING WHILE MY SOUL LONGS FOR A TOUCH OF THE MOTIONLESS. ONLY THAT WHICH IS CONCEALED BELONGS TO ME. I HEED LIFE'S GESTURES LONGING TO GRASP THE RITUAL OF REALITY. I UTTER SILENT WORDS TO PREVENT THE REJECTION OF LOVE. MY CHILDREN BEAR WITHIN THEMSELVES THE HOPE THAT CAUSES TEARS TO FALL INTO THE OCEAN OF POETRY, WHILE I NAVIGATE TOWARDS THE HAVEN OF DEATH. INVOKING CHILDHOOD, I RETURN TO THE KNOWLEDGE OF MAGIC.