Escape

Forbidden was the proliferation
Slow and agonizing will be detoxification
Stop beach-combing to find
when it was the last you smiled
Greet the waiting astral diplomats
to accompany you on your voyage
Voids

Built of longing and,
A beating emptiness,
A void each for each pain to treasure
The Gravedigger

“He should dig his own pit before the whole city changes into a giant graveyard.”
“The Second Unreal”

What is hidden under the deep waters of the lake
from which our newly bathed souls will emerge
singing a duet
hitherto forbidden
by the gods