[bad word] at full throttle across the darkening night and rain.
The torment is over and my time in this garden.
Is close to an end - earth turns to dust.
As the world moves at dying tempo behold its immensity and fatality.

 [bad word] at full throttle across the darkening night and rain.
Existence fading transforming, flowing.
For me the world has [bad word] a wasteland.
Beneath a clotted shell descending into pitch-black halls.

Of unrecognized human desires.
new warmth jubilates within.
Caresses the palms with moonlight.
Each new breath an engorging of absolute radiance.