I have returned my brother, Death,
from the Isle of Kythera, 
My apotheosis has been withheld.

I met a Goddess there,
She was indescribable and Forever,
And in her voice like silver,

Forever gave me strength to End
What I thought would last
For ever: 

“Afore the warrior retires,
He seeks the ablution of thought; 
Think not young Black,
The Sleep of Reason produces monsters.”

Transcend privation’s pain,
Then permeate all things.

Sister Fear told me once
“Never be afraid,”
And to this I scoffed,
“Leave humanity behind me?”
My dearest sister replied,
“Has it done you any good?” 

And so I went to Kythera,
To leave Love left 
for dead.

To become simply Black
Nothing more and nothing less.

I followed all advises,
Fear Forever Death.

I slept on the shore after
The depuration of my soul.

I awoke and was Alone.

What man would have stayed?
None, I should think.

To Rule the Isle of Kythera,
Alone and Forever,
King and Queen 

In the last
Of empty worlds?

No. 

-mjt

Look here Silence

At what I wrought
A single sound a single thought

Look but never touch
Never feel never clutch

Look and always smell
Just a whiff never tell

I want you here..
Just be quiet now

I want to teach me how 

To shut my mouth 
And to keep it so 

My lips sealed, tongue indisposed

I want to leave 
never come back;

To look and sigh. not relax
The grip I have
Upon you,

A Silence born, 
and Silence grew.

-mjt