The day is too beautiful to be inside in br The worlds of sunlight leaves and distant walkways br Call br But inside deeper than all darkness br The demons play their cruel habitual game br And nothing is seen br But the screaming of one's own dark pain- br br Nothing beautiful matters br All the world outside does not exist br Inside where the deepest hell is br There is no escape forever br For the Emptiness one who oneself is-br br Shalom Freedmanbr br