Am I still here?

The doubts overcast my clear vision

Beyond is nearer

With its crystal-cut chrysalis

The earthly world

Is so bizarrely loud

That rather deafens than inspires

Or lures overbeaten soul

Let’s sex it up:

The trick might do you good

But not to me, alas:

I’m not so that dumbly uninventiveJ

Let’s face it:

The world’s hotch-potch’s about

To get so black-holy cold aright:

My hungry senses howl afar

Where ‘m I?

So far away, though never nearer

So close beyond as’ve ever beenK