There is a style in total denial

A certain elegance of fear

Hesychasm is so much convenient

With the desert within ourselves

Stray dogs lead disciples of Oedipus

As the shrouds gently cover

Exquisite paroxysms of ruin

And well mannered choking on nothingness

Nether

The cracks in soma, psyche and pneuma

Are as one way mirrors

It's one well lit desert

And the pyres extend beyond the horizon

And cold flames flicker upon ashes of hope

Through hallways carved in a crystal

On to the uttermost parts of the pit

Jostling through cadavers of former selves

You would swear there's amusement in the eyes of the dead

Again, nether

A reward for the perseverant:

Unceasing howling of the heart

Bound to walk this path

Nether, again, nether - now and forever

I wish it was classic fire and brimstone

But clearly there is a very special plan

Paved with havoc and shattered virtues

As if there were any other paths

With every dream

The pyres grow taller

An enemy of trust

A misled scholar

Stray philanthrope

In vain endeavor

Walk this path

Now and forev