Though I am the everything and nothing
(The light which coaxes your darkness to acquiesce,
the immediacy of the ephemeral.
The ephemeral in perpetuity)

Though I am ideas enacted and action imagined
(The tyranny of integrity
Which fools one to believe that silence after violence is preservation of dignity)

Though I am the bridge between your joy and sorrow
(The rotting branch of my olive tree
Cracking under the weight of bodies piled here)

Though I am the road that leads you back to the place you took a shortcut
(The peaceable consolation
In the fertile forest of your macabre)

Though I am the end where the beginning begins
(The samsara of servility
Where you can be born anew)

Though I am, I am.