Where shall union proceed from its self-sealed cage? To solitary tread outside a heart swollen with certainty Beyond this presence, of itself as in I Crack the pearl and break the curse of One for All (And All for Northing)
So Apollyon, slit now your wailing throat And in silence spill forth your name Into the black skull-cup of the universe And with your blood wash our dreary footprints all away
Thus I ventured to the graveyard of the gods Resting place for self-slayed suns Where the ruins of long forsaken temples lie That had become shrines of holiest renunciation To pile the tongues of seven slaughtered swine Upon the sacrificial pyres of desolation Yes, “I” was the world that escaped me As the pearl sank traceless back into the bottomless midnight sea
Like a shattered star as scattered desert sand Swept adrift by the loneliness of an empty left hand Towards Irkalla’s self-less lands Where No One shall return from yet again
“I said to my soul, be still, and let the dark come upon you Which shall be the darkness of God”