Sacrifice – A Final Paroxysm
What resolve remains to me
When nothing survives and nothing suffices
When doubt has broken all horizons
But to extend will
Beyond will's capacity
To cast off
The corpse of lies
Through sacrifice, to hidden grounds
My means to probe the self
Are careful, violent, final
Long shuttered life
Now shudders and trembles
With boundless, groundless desire
For plethora, openness, disorder
This is the antithesis of ritual
Put an end to sin, if sin there is
To expiation, if expiation there is
Reeling toward onrushing crisis
Toward willed annihilation
No vain flight on wax wings
But a leap to end all faith
Through sacrifice, to gateless gates
My means to probe the self
Are careful, violent, final
The creature, the traveller, is torn apart
Opened, turned outward toward death
Its thinking deranged and outraged
Its seamless garment rent
A corpse of lies
Cast off
Opened, turned outward toward death
Deranged and outraged
The seamless garment rent
A final paroxysm,
The birth of sight