of time can prove that a giant was once a tiny sperm And maybe
then become how you must be (the gods hath chosen, and they hath
chosen me) And even so, who would notice? All of a sudden dreams come
true. Come with me drink my awful wine. the truth beyond, we all must
yearn for little spots, that itch and burn. And I was left thinking,
if only
which he happened upon, in the back of a magazine,