Herewith a spark of death and despair:

time a barrier, a pseudo-quasi mirror.

Must I be alone to know I am my own?

I wonder to whom am I to who am I,

but a stray in astray; awry in a rye?

In oath onto truth Thou art helt to audience,

by the only law Awe heed: the mortal’s immortal roar.

Tis Love! and it is out of love I speak of love.

Thou, I say, stars see! That terra! I see no love!

Henceforth, it is to be decreed there is iniquity!

Hither by course of fringed black coasts

and the way thither cause barren hosts!

Herein, Thine charges burn witness wherewith birthed imminence.

Let the angelic beacons see all and Awe.

Seek Apollo’s brothers, seek and bing thy gazes’ to me!

Form here the divine paradigms of inquiry.

It is demanded by a courted oath to truth,

before a heavenly body to be summoned,

Charged and judged: to cage infinite pursuers

in infinite horizons and bar the way with tithe and toll,

Nay! that that abomination shall be spoken here!?

Cosmic Indifference! Thou art unworthy of Ultimate Concern!

By-with wings of Nyx seize the night, being thy despair’d transport!

That soundless cry! And maketh come swiftly Havoc’s Countenance.

Forthwith beyond the thresholds of Erebus, Embark!

Ride out! schisms of chaos and cataclysm!

Dethrone Causality! Rage forth chains of Oblivion!