بَنْكام.

“We could not understand because we did not remember. The mind can do everything because of what is in it... All of the past and all of the future trith Stripped of its cloak of time for, The devil can be too much a devil to be But most of us fall between fool and All the sights and sounds and smell of rotting flesh No longing for the gallows between butcher and divine The empires of the future are the empires of the Mind with no memories of coffins or the graves today From envious uprising The squalor of life With blood through the ages As the world goes on and on”.

“I was always working steady but I never called it art, It failed my little fire but it spread a dying spark It was nothing, it was business, but it left an ugly mark. In the prison of the gifted I was friendly with the guards So I never had to witness what happens to the heart Just to look at her was trouble, it was trouble from the start It ain't pretty, it ain't subtle, what happens to the heart. Now the angel's got a fiddle, the devil's got a harp Every soul is like a minnow, every mind is like a shark May have broken every window, but the house The house is dark, I care but very little No fable here, no lesson, so singing meadowlark I had no trouble betting on the flood against the Ark You see, I knew about the ending”.

حَسْبَكَ قُلْ، "إنّه خارج"— يعود بعد خمسةِ بلايين سنة! غياب - شينكيتشي تاكاهاشي

أمدُّ يدي فيختفي كلّ شيء رأيتُ في رأس الأفعى وجه أُمّي الميّتة، في الغيوم المهلهلة حزن أبي الميّت. عضّ أصابعي— الوقت لا أثر له. يداي هما العالم، يمكنهما صنع أيّ شيء. يد - شينكيتشي تاكاهاشي

عصفور الدوريّ أثناء الحلاقة، قَطَعَ رأسه، وهذا ما كان يريده بالضبط. شعره القصير يطفو على البحيرة. الدوريّ لا يخاف الموت، ولا يبالي بالعشب الطالع على السطوح والخطى العابرة في الطريق مع أنّه يقفز بأبهة في ذلك الحلم ناشرًا أجنحته كالصقر وما يسرُّ حقًا إنّه قد يحيا بعد الأزهار المغتصبة. رأس الدوريّ فارغ بشكلٍ عجيب وحين يموت فلا حاجة هناك للثرثرة، أو حنيّ الرأس. عصفور الدوريّ - شينكيتشي تاكاهاشي

“If there was a single day I could live A single breath I could take, The blood's on the wall so you'd might as well just admit it And bleach out the stains commit to forgetting it, You're better off empty and blank Than left with a single pathetic trace of this. Smother another failure, lay this to rest Console yourself, you're better alone Absorb yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself I'll chain you to the truth, for the truth shall set you free”.

“If there was a single day I could live A single breath I could take, The blood's on the wall so you'd might as well just admit it And bleach out the stains commit to forgetting it, You're better off empty and blank Than left with a single pathetic trace of this. Smother another failure, lay this to rest Console yourself, you're better alone Absorb yourself, you're better alone Destroy yourself I'll chain you to the truth, for the truth shall set you free I'll turn the screws of vengeance and bury you with honesty”.