In the quest for shudders i was as the absence
Melted in my hand
As clear as my gleaming sorrow

A spectral fascination
For irony to serve
Are the glorious those who triumph
In a kingdom of eternity?
...a castle of sand
Whose roof has sheltered my
I sense "the absence of triumph and lust
Abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand"

A whore gave birth to the flies
...who flew away with my beauty
A virgin gave birth to my masks

I simulate the absence
"to enter a kingdom of
Flesh - a ghastly worn shadow
A fiery picture of poet in hel"

Forlorn i was as poets should be
I am as chosen as the weaver himself.