Exhorted by psalms and canticles

These monuments of a crude form of grey shimmer

A Tumult in heaven, the anthems of ecstasy and fear

confuse to seek a less doomed abode

Why should I witness this?

A muted creation taken into a somber and glacial twilight

as ash and dust which held the earth in thrall now lost...

Across the putrid moat

I lie and dream of my fearful ascent

To a prodigious height entranced by the detestable

Piping of tragic yet mercifull flutes

in the wan beams of paradise

The shadows of shoel now blinding

An effigy of him, the shameless lie this now becomes