The sinews were dry

Synapses lapsed into oblivion

It was the deepest lair

In the pit of Creation

For which you had no belief

And thus no hope

Whet your inspiration

Just dry air

To breathe in and out

The glint of a logic

Dimmed by the Capitalist Reason

But what of the silent Reason

That was your deity

In the very lack thereof

And from the deepest reaches of your Mind

The appearance of Nothing

And hence meaninglessness

In fact the essence of the very beauty

That was fleeting in its Being

Yet eternal in its absence

And thus it was Divine

And so you did not dwell in alienation

Abalienato

But always with the Other

Even in its nonexistence

Clandestine