When, where, who, which. The flowing of blood from the cage of memory. The cradle of a thousand years of bliss, And I, an actor cast eternally as the Sphinx in the desert winter, Phinx. Now you know the sadness of the stillborn flesh. And I, a holy actor, cast eternally as a dark shining Margineaux, cast into Hell. Glow! Burn! Cool down, and sing! Born in this world, born in an instant, born all over again.
