To waste away in winter like the unfinished work of a Creator the world was terrifying to me I kept wanting things that were vanishing blessed and the rest and the rest && yet I sought more I confess, to worship the world before it wanes a death in ice or a succession of flames all while a strange alchemy shackled me I would not forget that you permitted my unraveling I resist I resist! it was the waning world I witnessed it was like a lesson to me it was like a dark blessing to me
