. . . what did you say when you died, when the night sky was shattered and all the stars came tumbling to earth like glass shards . . . speak, my love, do not hold your revelations from the world . . . what did you say, what could you say, but, "You don’t understand me, you don’t understand me at all, I am a senseless word and a nonsensical phrase, you’ll never understand me at all" . . .