solitary are all things which are complete craving for completeness, other than the words in stone while far above all things God awaits, the ultimate alone
o solitude - how many have mistaken thy name for sorrow’s, or for death’s, or fear’s only thy children lie at night and waken how shouldst thou speak and say that no man hears?
I shall speak in tongues of serpent silence
o soul of tears for never hath fallen as dew thy word nor is thy shape showed nor as wisdom’s heard
supreme in self-contentment sole spirit gyring in its own ellipse singing songs of serpent silence while snakes devour time and tail as act of great defiance
they speak words I used to speak when I was in silence they hear voices I used to hear when I was deaf they see worlds I used to see when I was blinded silence speaks for itself, with stones creating wounds that shall not heal
no anguish left to feel learning to forget wherefore no use of speaking anymore for the world turns without sound though nothing is stranger to men than silence even as a star became the soul of silence most profound singing songs of serpent silence even as a star became the soul of silence most profound it was absolute
no voice, no song might pierce or penetrate that enviable universal state the sun and moon beheld, stood still forging numinous instant under will as we were sailing out of equilibrium on a spiritual ocean without end into the eyes of a thousand storms the wheel of desperation that never stops turning we will never reach heaven so I teared god apart within me and we may never see the sun again but staring into the abyss with pride praising silence as the last remaining joy still waters run deep