Into br some scattered breaths br of bygone moments… br Into br The abyss of broken imagination. br I delve myself, br and drown in their fantasy. br br What is real? br And what unreal? br I cross the boundaries of existence br and realize, that there were none. br br In the flow of wanton life, br I gather the deathliness of it all. br And the oncoming darkness, br brings with it, br the joy of non-existence, br or the existence of joyless ecstasy? br br Guide me….O lord…. br to that place, br where I shall close my eyes, br br ……and see.