there is no depth to which the darkness will not devolve
nor wretched Aeon the least neglected
in this box of starless gore
where light which  forms full the firmament
becomes suspicious in its myths
and you cringe to breath what might be death 
and you hunger though you cannot eat
and you thirst but the world is salt
this is the Spirit on fire.
like this, you cannot exist 
without it.