The poetry that accompanies this piece. Yes it is latin on the columns. Yes that is me as the Guardian. No you cannot not see the nude version unless you send me scads of US Dollars! The Passing Other path, other place, other face, an other life New journey, visions range, barren, empty, wasteland Life turned upon a broken promise, a failed dream Yesterday soul existed, had flight upon graceful hummingbird wings Today a heart is breaking, shards fall, fracture into splinters Over and over, beaten up, battered, scarred and scabbed Tumultuous waves of hatred breaking across pains shore Heavy clouds hanging overhead, bleakest outlook, outcast Entrusted legacy, thrust upon, demanded of the one true love Onus to carry forward, carry on the passions of a life Notice given, delivered by icy stare, etched in granite Eschew this covenant and all was truly for naught Simmering rage, anger, distrust, untruths, all set aside Cast suspicion out, leave barbs and arrows behind Only pure emotion, unfettered feelings, will unlock this place Matters of trust a given, matters of responsibility to carry on Indecent, absolutely indecent the road that brought life to this Needles that that such events should ever of passed between us two Grasping hands pull bodies into a final embrace, one last kiss Nearing the end, this physical joining of two souls falls slowly away Alas, become so entwined amidst the pain that breath forgot be drawn Keen calm awareness; "it is time to take it on the other side" Elixir passes lips, bitter on silenced tongue, held, swallowed Darkness settles around, life