Psychagogue

Run away from home to erase the past
In exile awaken and feel nothing
A dull disgust for the shriveled ecstasy
That has outlived their hope

Beauty and death have become neighbors
Dissolve into the vast sea
Of human suffering
And the diffuse guilt of the life-process itself
Try to abolish the past and capture the future

To become earthly, the better to suffer
To feel death’s thrеat