Through vast valleys I wonder to the highest peaks

On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape

In search of God, in spite of man

'til the lost forsaken endless. . .This is where I choose to tread.

Fall. . .so shall we fall into the nihil?

I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done

An offering of crimson flowed into the water below

A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away

. . .like every hope I've ever had. . .

. . .like every dream I've ever known. . .