The Sun Is the center of consciousness In our solar system Within it

I devour the light Encompassing worlds in my shadow Casting lesser beings Into the desolation of their deeds Wailing, Wailing

Lost, in the Tangle of Eternity’s Hair, I, the blind child Of Night, Inherit a dying world

How can you hold To your poison So tightly And lap at its Froth, as your

To merge with nothing, I... ...Then when I return I’m refreshed

To say there is no God Has just as little meaning As to say there is one Crest to crest Is all hot air

The Darkness Stills neither The heart Nor the mind But rather

Aching, No object, Aching, No cause, Just aching,

Every point of View, is Incredibly limited It is only One of infinite,

She implied; An imply little lie A Treacherous Treason Of body And mind

The hunch Is back Now quick, Attack! Straighten

Her lashes linger Softly as they bat, Like ripples on the Surface of my memory O, how she