I contend with this heavy sorrow this unrepentant thief of mine which rolls in sea-like billows upon the shores of sacred mind; it devours the threads of reason embittered by trifles and cursed lies and mocks the grief of happier days for which my soul would pine; so, I vagabond through ennui and despair to …
"over the hills and far away"
The-Bleu-Bivouac 