The incommensurable fury of lust groans, cries out, insults, implores the barren divinities, in a fly's voice. Rage of exhaustion. It appears to fill the heavens and fits in the palm of one hand. The tremendous volcano does not pour forth a single drop of its burning lava. The sails of dreams lie limp, without the breath of a breeze to swell them. Enough!
Sunday, January 9, 2011
I The Supreme - pg. 71
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