Don’t even try to feel your way out of my mirrored mind;
its labyrinths are carved according to a mad design.
An ache proceeds from my dark heart and will not let you rest;
you squint, but nothing but the nothing peers into your face.
Then brimming from a distant wing comes light, appalling light;
a red-fringed fire assault upon your vast, dilated eyes.
And stunning through your blindness, whispers violate your thoughts;
evolved from grinding vibrations that scrape against your boots.
Sorrow appears to be the only gift the gods bestowed;
gave us a knowing tree to worship, taught us how to read.
Come, use your fear and anguish since they’re all you’ll ever have;
the depths of frozen loss demand you weep, command you grieve.
Erase the urge to use your feet, they’re buried in the floor;
your hands are busy in amidst some spines of crystal fur.
We glimpse each other fatally, I’m yours and you are mine;
forgive the whirring bats that cry, “It’s not real! You’re alone.”