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the deep sacrosanct dejection,

in my dark majestic love.

a blackest sightless silence smites,

my so soft slothful screams.

researching in nought-lands,

the gracious lost rays of moon.

and wending mourner,

the lightless endless aimless path.

with no truth and lie I think,

to my untruth and unreal exist.

with grief and tear and fear I sleep,

in a dreamlike bosom of who is away.

with wound and sword and blood I battle,

inside of me against myself of dead.

with no and no and no and no and not,

I answer the life's uncaused questions.

where is my lost ray?

far away I know so far away in nought,

in void, in fiction, in delusion,

in portrait, in song, in poem, in mind.

far away in me so far away in me.