The sinews were dry
Synapses lapsed into oblivion
It was the deepest lair
In the pit of Creation
For which you had no belief
And thus no hope
Whet your inspiration
Just dry air
To breathe in and out
The glint of a logic
Dimmed by the Capitalist Reason
But what of the silent Reason
That was your deity
In the very lack thereof
And from the deepest reaches of your Mind
The appearance of Nothing
And hence meaninglessness
In fact the essence of the very beauty
That was fleeting in its Being
Yet eternal in its absence
And thus it was Divine
And so you did not dwell in alienation
Abalienato
But always with the Other
Even in its nonexistence
Clandestine