who sees me and sees me? who here has the eyes to embrace me? am i dead to you and is my death justified in the labyrinth of your imagination. am i ash that can be carried to the peak of your existence and scattered down into your black pit of oblivion?

do you know me? or am i utterly unknown to you? my talent is blind in your ignorance of me, my life indistinguishable from those you have yet to know. Am i the torn curtain at the temple that announced the death of Christ and behold, your sacred sin!

Remember how we used to cozy together under the thunder and wrath of the clouds, or even that has passed your memory? after you I have lived a thousand lives and witnessed my death more than my soul could cite, and how lovely the rebirth accompanied by its sure…