It's all this needing ego crave
The sun to never set
Why do threat of anger never linger?
Why does the ember turn to stone?
To where the longing goes
In with the sense of old
A face of nothing, to never see
As blind as free
Everything I want
Will be the end of this
Everything I need
Will be the end of me
My negation
Will you know my name?
You sense the danger coming
My negation
Can you see my face?
What's to become of me?
You are the art of reduction
Stripped down to what seems defendable
Scale to bare revisions
To learn stop making sense
Raveling pillars
Of towering fear
Rational instincts
Or insight to spare
The end the forces
The end of grace
Everything I have
Is in this failing
And Nothing
Of what I am
Is in this end
My negation
Will you know my name?
You sense the danger coming
My negation
Can you see my face?
What's to become of me?
Will you know my name?

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