My known lust loses its shadow and is free.
Moving with the crashing waves; I embed.
Docile during bedlam, breaking spirit and soul.
Wishing for calm,
Rewarded with austerity,
I humbly back down from the knife.
There is a hole in the wall.
A hole that emits little light.
A little light multiplied,
thousands, millions, billions and more.
I crawl across the ceiling I see as a floor.