I rush at full throttle across the darkening night and rain. The torment is over and my time in this garden. Is close to an end - earth turns to dust. As the world moves at dying tempo behold its immensity and fatality.
I rush at full throttle across the darkening night and rain. Existence fading transforming, flowing. For me the world has become a wasteland. Beneath a clotted shell descending into pitch-black halls.
Of unrecognized human desires. A new warmth jubilates within. Caresses the palms with moonlight. Each new breath an engorging of absolute radiance.