Here I drank a drop of hopelessness.
Familiar yet long forgotten.
That single drop became a sea,
A storm, thunder
And day and night.
Growing like a rising sun
And glowing like bloody moon
Fluid darkness lurking in the shadows
became the black water I ought to drink
This is now mandatory,
Ever-present, unavoidable
There are no conclusions,
No lessons to this story
Only harmony of my muted scream
With the Lacans void