the deep sacrosanct dejection in my dark majestic love.
a blackest sightless silence smites my so soft slothful
researching in nought-lands, the gracious lost rays of
and wending mourner, the lightless endless aimless
with no truth and lie I think to my untruth and unreal
with grief and tear and fear I sleep in a dreamlike bosom
of who is away.
with wound and sword and blood I battle inside of me
against myself of dead.
with no and no and no and no and not I answer the life's
where is my lost ray?
far away I know so far away in nought...
in void, in fiction, in delusion.
in portrait, in song, in poem, in mind.
far away in me so far away in me...