One night i sought the Darkness-
to which i always turn
And asked to recall the moment
that made the Fires burn
Death sat before me
as a comforting old friend
held my hand warmly-
and scarred my flesh again.
As as i slowly fell
into blissful, troubled sorrow
i was gone in vacuumed depths
in Sisyphus' brow
there, unbound by logic
Silent to Memory
i feared no escape of truth
locked in circle's misery.
Whether I climb or hide
still aches my weary back
that life's survival plagues
when paradigms attack.
i thought myself so alone
on doomed sacred path
that in this dawn mirror-
i can do no more than laugh.