The skin of light enveloping this world lacks depth and I can actually see the black night
of all these
similar bodies beneath the trembling veil and light of myself it is this night that even the
mask of the
sun cannot hide from me I am the seer of night the auditor of silence for silence too is
dressed in
sonorous skin and each sense has its own night even as I do I am my own night I am the
conceiver
of non-being and of all its splender I am the father of death she is its mother she whom I
evoke
from the perfect mirror of night I am the great inside-out man my words are a tunnel
punched
through silence I understand all disillusionment I destroy what I become I kill what I love.