V. 1

Praise  Lord Silence  in this  Vastness;
See Isolation  and press your face into its murky furs!

Condemned to Death,
A man refuses water in the desert —
He has long since realized the folly of prolongation.

Coal, To burn or crystalize?
The question I ask of my black Soul —
A question akin to                   “stay warm or shine?”    Yay, Live on or Die?

Exalt your  Lack  in longing for  The Other ;
Feel the breath of  The Edge
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Dip your eyes in that most  Velvet Void !

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