Infatuated with the One?
There is no turning back, it is done
now. Wait here for five days
drinking in the moonlight, learning the ways
of that which comes out at night . . .
Of that which is out of sight (and sight beyond sight).
If there were a god-like thing
and its essence filled the cosmos,
then how could it allow such things to bring
such knowledge to our collective conscience.
Even the lowly amoeba reels
at such knowledge.
It has driven us all up on to a ledge–
into the great beyond . . .
Places where we do not belong:
their playground, their abyss,
where deaths kiss
will show you everything that is wrong,
even the small things, the things you missed.
Have you caught the eye of the One?
Whether yes or no, I am done.
For the love of our strange existence
do not come any closer to me.
Because I can see
and have seen.
And now I am left with regret,
to put up with a life of futile resistance . . .