Would I trade water in life, for the dust of a dream?
Would I make a sacrifice to a blind deity?
Yes, yes, It was only natural to me. I loved,
because understanding was beyond my means.
And in truth, as I pawed through my heart’s eaves,
leaving scent and claw-marks as I fasted,
I found the scars and countless tumors of the past,
all being lashed afresh by demon beings
bearing my indelible mark; furiously closing open
windows, wanting, like creatures of the night,
to feed on blood. How they twisted love
to a shape I hated! How high the gates!

Today, still as a windless night, and soft as a gull’s cry
I steep myself in endless joy, to wash them all away.