It seems I never had a choicespeaking in this lone voicereciting lonely poetry in the nightas a part of my sacrificial rite While I again give myself awaypen all of these words I sayjust a single line at a timewoven...

I want to truly then let golet all of this ink simply flowall across this virgin pagesweep me off to another age Where I can be the true mea chance once more to seebeyond the very edgeof ever bet that...