The self is heard only from the womb of still waters
Bared only by the sunderings of living deaths
You cannot gift what remains undiscovered
You wear a barren character
Lie and fear-swept
Into the mud of the flock
It crept
The space between souls asleep in the arms of their guilt
A muting distance spans the truth behind their clay and silt
You are the breathing mystery
To be is to deceive
What calls out from beneath the dream of bеing?
What lies beyond the mask of man?
Thе everything and the nothing at all
To be is to deceive
Suspended in a breathless absence floats the solitary cry
This is the depthless chasm where all trust and intimacy die
I have wept
And I have mourned before each curtain torn
The ruin of a wish lain quartered at my feet
For what I longed to find there
Beyond meek curtsies and trojan stares
Was but the froth of hungers most hidden
Not known to you
Your burden now mine
To wrestle with your beast , perfect beast
Beast of no name
Dubbed it must be
Your ego its key
Golden illusions dissolve only by his black flame
Unlocked must it be
Exalted is he
Spell its coded call with the burial of your vanity and shame
You are the breathing mystery
To be is to deceive
What calls out from beneath the dream of being?
What lies beyond the mask of man?
The everything and the nothing at all
To be is to deceive