Being of night

Disciple of the deep

Of a raw cold burning

In the midst of dying bones

Looking through the sombre glass

Shade and shadows align

Breathing suppressed

Commiserate regress

With wounds torn asunder by the sun

An unshaken resolve once prevailed

Banished, battered hope, certitude collapsed

Colliding, all my sins revealed

Unchanged, I am unchained, I am free

Disintegrated, thus enlivened