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Inanis Poculum I
Inanis Poculum II
Inanis Poculum III
Inanis Poculum IV
Inanis Poculum V
Inanis Poculum VI
Inanis Poculum VII
Sui Generis I
Sui Generis II
Tabula Rasa I
Tabula Rasa II
Tabula Rasa III
Cupiditas Libido I
Cupiditas Libido II
Cupiditas Libido III
Cupiditas Libido IV
Thee- I have made you so.
Me- That you have made me so is it that I be of lonely deserts would you keep me?
Thee- That you have touched of the heart of man and known them are you now of lonely deserts?
Me- That I am barren do I bid thee oh unnamed friend for I wear the mask of loneliness.
Thee- What shall thee bid of me dear Oversoul that I might lift your mask of loneliness and fill your sad & empty cup?
Me- Of shaded quarters may I cry, alone, beyond your watchful eye? To beckon forces nigh be real of all upon the grief I feel. Of simple pleasures do I long. A tender cheek. A favorite song. Of all unholy, paths I flee and to condone that which I be. Passed to rivers, gone to flow. Away, away a wind did blow. Of silver pardons may I dare and beg for one to take me there? On velvet wings above, afar, beyond the pain, beyond the mar. Of second chances to conceive where all is warm, I do believe. Of shaded quarters where I lie, on velvet wings I dare to fly. Where beckoned forces do come real, to hold upon, to love and feel. To rise upon, to have and live. To question not this gift thy give.
Inanis Poculum   ( The Empty Cup )