What an unsympathetic creature is sanity! Lurking behind us in its own insanity! If the dreamlike rays of surrealist art cannot cast out this relentless foe’s heart, our gift of imagination, and will of expressionism, will ignite its stalking shadow with a vengeance! I’m proud...

Absent lips cold without me.   Eyes of brilliant sapphire dull without me.   Voice of a harp speechless without me.   Soulful innocence sorrowful continuance.