You know me…

Sometimes the desire to be lost comes over me like a vapor

I am 

Such a stranger to myself

I go up…

to heaven

I make my bed…

in hell

I hardly exist

So many heavy coats

And Darkness far more wonderful than any words 

You are there

Inescapable

Love and Darkness and light

The beginning that sees possibilities then creates all of creation

Do you think there is anything in darkness that is not attached by its unbreakable cord to everything else? 

Darkness and light are the same. 

If this is lost… let us be lost always.