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 me

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 hell"

Forlorn I was as poets should be

I am as chosen as the weaver himself