When darkness strangled sound to death,
when darkness held dominion
in the fullness of emptiness, when in that gloom
I was terribly, terribly hollow,
why did you become my enemy then,
breaking my simple bridge of passage?
I never did you wrong
...then why?
I did not love you, so I do not hate you either.
In the quiet lap of liquid beauty,
in the courtyard of a tender young face
I do not search for your shadow,
in the lotus-fire of mud
I desire no more.
I do not want to know
when in liquid form
aerial poison mingles,
yet news arrives
from a portion of heavy air...
I do not hate you.
At the horizon in darkness's embrace
I am strong
in the possibility of fullness's full moon.
Do not break my simple path's bridge
of passage anymore—
without you I will sleep a little.