Out of night's womb I swim,
unfinished ogres lurch and grow still,
their memories outplayed by my will,
false hopes of heaven dim.
Poorly I seek the light,
recalling motions of helpless despair,
harsh agonies no lifeform can bear,
the supressed and accepted fight.
No more can I hide,
curtains are torn in temples of stone,
life evicts death from its usurped throne,
but still I choose no side.
Out of Nothing I wake,
breathe in the air denied me before,
breathe out the fumes stacked up in my store,
alone now, my bed I remake.