I have come to the dark pool br In the glare of the living light br Of the white cavern at my still centre. br I have struggled here br Along the narrow tunnel where ridicule, br Like a feral dog, waits and slavers. br br And in this place br At my deep core, br There is no forgiveness br But there is mercy br And I can loose the curb br On my imagination‘s mouth. br br There is no fear in this cool spot br And words drip down and mount like stalactites br Building pillars for my inner self br To hold the structure of my soul br Which though in reason I deny, br Unreason must at last confirm.