and so i fell
into an abyss
far away
from my soul's bliss
far from His
arduous Kiss
into a pit that i had dug
into a darkness that i had fashioned
into place of devil's laughter
of no floor, no wall or rafter,
place o' nothingness, save deepest black
to salve soft spirit's yearnings' lack
for 'neath the fall was emptiness,
wilderness of stealthiness,
the bivouac of the soul
flapped with wraps more black than coal,
void of form and void of courage,
void of charm of spirit's marriage,
yet like the dimpl'd glow of youth,
the glistening white of false front tooth,
the empty love of harlot's booth,
it blinds my eyes to wisdom's sooth.