In this dark chamber, I am brilliant and cold,
vibrantly awaiting the moment when I'm told
that there is no reason, to be worried, to be scared,
that time has met its end, and space has been prepared;
for freedom dangles at the doorstep, a wedge of mistletoe
waiting, perfectly opposing, for our eyes to meet and know
that love is beyond the darkness of self and season,
beyond the charms that mock the right of reason,
and beyond the tides that bring forth treasures-
from lands beyond effulgent minds and measures.  


In this dark chamber, the world is but a mystery
unfolding before the eyes of dawn, and misery,
pretend victim of the thorns of love and life
stands as a messenger of the sacred knife,
to sacrifice the comfort of this ****** confines
and transcend into the heart, the center where he finds
the truth, the sun, the mystic heart, and yields
standing humble, arrogant, in Elysian fields
beyond imagination, beyond the darkness held,
a world beyond the mystery, where everything has meld.