So it dawned on me. Your shadow
Is a dawn that drowns me in a
Dream of madness. Isn't it we are

Here to spend the midnight of
Summertime at the ***** of our
Nothingness? Nothing has been

Buried beneath us, has ever been
Here, beyond our heart's folly.
After all, all is a myth, making us

Believe to give what we have
Never been. Except for a piece of
Ourselves in each other's longing

For another night. I stay.