The night envelops my senses,
turning inward I am catapulted
centered within the depths of mind's own eye.
From that place,
everything is washed anew.
The desolate streets,
damp with the night's resin
narrow and sparse with activity,
he is my only consort.
Creation is birthed from darkness.
I surrender myself entirely
to the whims of my beloved.
Grant me your grace,
won't you cross my path with the truths
of which you know I yearn.
Formless within the rabbit hole
my endless abyss,
I beckon thee forth
from the cavern of secrets,
let me breathe you in.
I offer no escape,
from this cold and desolate world.
Only a promise;
in my ***** of dreams nests a reservoir,
warmth abounds in this land of imagination.  
Come,
stoke me.
Lay rest to the tireless embers,
let me strain no more.