I am singular
in this effervescing madness of destiny
swirling, quantum foam roiling
madness seeking
I am dreaming again
facing the finality of these decisions
made smeared across time, indistinct
and indefinable

She is… Dreams
how is it going to turn out
still grasping desperately at loose straws
unhope burning away at my guts
death is the easy path

Why can I not set my heart on a possible thing?
My soul catches fire with the mention of her name
chasing her up the steps to Golgotha,
through Cavalry
past the tomb and the garden…

and how can I ask for this boon
you are the one who will heal me
my destiny in your hands
I am a helpless babe floating in a basket upon the uncaring river

Save me, mahal
but Fate will go where it will.