There's no reason

Yet there is reasoning

When there is feeling

I need no feelings

I need structure

I need formation

Is this salvation?

Where is heaven now I've traded in my soul?

I am solid, vacated, remembered

Colourless, contented

In a dualist dream, I am four-sided

Soft floor, blind sight

Hear nothing, see emptiness

Contradiction, complete, incomplete

Incomplete

Show me a contrast

Where all shades are similar

There is no reason

We still reason

Here in hypallage

Inanimated we live life in positive blackness

I need a certain answer

But I will find one?

In this composition

All is contradiction