a burning flame within the night
enveloped all external sight
and then within the darkness burning
he realized the greatest yearning

as at the point of intersection
he finally saw his true reflection
and the darkness became all
first the stumble, then the fall

the dark night of the soul was upon him

and memory returned to him
long buried deep within
of taste and texture, and the pain
contained in every loss and gain

no one to turn to, no where to go
the time had come to face his soul
the splendor and the glory ring
he hears the distant angels sing

but then must face the other side
he's swept away by the endless tide
where, in deepest darkness waking
he cannot quite control the shaking
as if the earth itself were quaking

swallowing reality

enclosed in water of the womb
aware of fear in living tomb
the feel of lava running through his veins
experience becomes the anguish, pain

of all the senses he denies

the feel of rage from all the race combined
runs through the mortal body within time
for days and days the anger came
destruction, chaos, loss of gain

instinctive nature, destructive storm
all contained within a mortal form
within the sealed womb of earth
in pain, the labor known before each birth

unable to advance or to retreat
'tis there, in darkness, he will meet

himself - complete

? Michaelette ?

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