I feel the appalling ache of existence,
And dip my swollen heart
Into the unfurled warmth of arms,
And skin, and words, and thoughts.

Before me stand the giants
Of darkness, of birth, of genius,
Whose eyes sear into the back of my mind
A longing to hold the hand of the unknown.

Hand in hand I stroll with forces
Often great and often small;
Rare is the day they don’t lead me astray,
Yet I am master of them all.

In the distance I discern a void,
Neither approaching nor receding,
Still, but moving, clear, but vague,
A force that dares me to be free.

I feel the appalling ache of existence,
The joy of loneliness, the bliss of pain,
And wonder how every instant, so fleeting,
Can be so laden with primordial, eternal rain.