Sweet isolation,
Embrace me in the silence
And the solitude
Of mercy's shadowed brilliance.
Let me know the touch
Of night's forgiving tenderness,
That false and shallow
Promise of salvation.

Oblivion is calling,
Tempting me with emptiness
And bids me to forget
The things I'm bound to.
Sacred vows and blunders,
Both are my identity,
The comic, cosmic character
Of anguish.

Barbaric and transcendent,
Dirt and clouds my brothers,
Earth and sky my sisters
And my lovers;
Consciousness my privilege,
Torment my prerogative,
Immunity a dream
Absurd and baseless.