Obssession!
Scare me, you do, great Thief, like dusty cathedrals;
Claim me, you do, like harpsichords; our cursed chests,
rooms of eternal mourning and mortality,
To your guitar chords they respond with their howling.
Ocean, I loathe you! Your tremors and tumults,
I find these in my spirit! That wicked laughter
of the defeated, plagued of moans and insults,
I hear these in the enormous cackle of the sea.
Oh, how much would you please me, Night, if tissue-less
and starless, of whose light, he speaks a known language
were I to find you!
Alas, I search for the Nothingness, the darkness, your nakedness!
But the very shadows are a cloudy curtain,
where millions of beings pour forth,
vanishing beings, of familiar visages!
He's more real than those I can touch...
July 16, 2008
