So now you know,
how thick the darkness is;
how heavy it rests
upon the chests
of those who sit alone.
How lucky, blessed!
You’ve traced your steps;
pressed by lonely, growing regrets.
You’ve passed the test.
I now profess, “Welcome home, honored guest!”
Pre-pleasantries, I must confess.
You’ve nothing left, save disease.
Your estates been cleaned
of all that gleams;
windows and doors,
and all between,
but hush!
Hush, don’t make a scene.
All the glowing eyes agree:
There’s nothing worse than being seen.
I plead:
Relax your neck,
Roll back your head,
Think of how
you’ll soon be dead.
Now, hush.
You’ve had your chance.
Hush.
Catharsi 