There is a style in total denial A certain elegance of fear Hesychasm is so much convenient With the desert within ourselves Stray dogs lead disciples of Oedipus As the shrouds gently cover Exquisite paroxysms of ruin And well mannered choking on nothingness Nether The cracks in soma, psyche and pneuma Are as one way mirrors It's one well lit desert And the pyres extend beyond the horizon And cold flames flicker upon ashes of hope Through hallways carved in a crystal On to the uttermost parts of the pit Jostling through cadavers of former selves You would swear there's amusement in the eyes of the dead Again, nether A reward for the perseverant: Unceasing howling of the heart Bound to walk this path Nether, again, nether - now and forever I wish it was classic fire and brimstone But clearly there is a very special plan Paved with havoc and shattered virtues As if there were any other paths With every dream The pyres grow taller An enemy of trust A misled scholar Stray philanthrope In vain endeavor Walk this path Now and forever