Horror! I would utter only once as Im not on my deathbed
Not soon
Yet the horror of delusion, of personal misconception
The horror of the decay that is never too slow
As I have lost my objective
As I have been brought to the place
Low
Horror! For the passion, for the fire that is gone
The battery is low
The brain is swollen I can’t hear the crowd, thought
I can see the mass to which I belong
And I have always belonged
No thought, no cry, no adjuration may change the state of things
The universe is steady
And the universe I’ll leave
The space of the celestial and the space of the prime.
I faded, and the essence I believed to provoke my gain
has also faded away
(Or was it just a vivid delusion?)
Nothing I could believe may change the mass I am.