Awakening on the other side of catharsis, Returning from a coma of unknowable extent, Baffled, aghast, dumbfounded. A sort of "enter scene I repossess body, reason and sentience. My sorrow a ready mnemonic. Like bitterness wafted under-nose I'm birthed again Into my own awareness That black dog and that old friend And I begin to remember... In place to assassinate his holiness I was supposed to arrive, pass through, Cease, or retire, have learned, or come home to graduate But the alleged rite of passage eludes me There is only another horizon This memoir more a saga than a simple tale Beginning and end seem synonyms Impossible to trace and nevertheless infinite There is always another horizon. Set up to slaughter god, but now it's time I kill I, entitled to my death and passing Now pass nothing but time Endless frontier, awash with years Eternal pilgrim, brimming with tears. So this is survival