There is an absence. It is a vacuum in which no breath, no light, can be found. It is so cold. It cannot be viewed from a safe distance. Your soul must be plunged into it like a hot iron in a blacksmith’s bucket.
There is a hopeless horizon in which no birds would dare to sing.
There is a hole so deep that no thought, no dream, no love can escape.
And yet there you find me.
You pull me out and set me free.
On my feet, you bid me to follow.
You dare me to run.
You tell me to come and die.
And as dawn breaks, I run to you. I chase your light. I follow your voice. And in this death, I am not afraid.