I have given my address to none,
For fear that letters will
Kidnap the forest of my loneliness.

Returning one night
Weary and woe-drunk,
I found a letter at the
Doorstep…
My address written in
A familiar handwriting
Too familiar to sink
Into oblivion…

Tearing open the letter, with
Tears slowly searing my eyes,
I found the letter slapping my face with
A terrific silence, an absence of language
A mysterious emptiness…
In the place of words are swelling
The agony, the search, the lonely
Voice of an angel filling its
Dwelling with depths of death
In some far-away hell…