Where would you seek the purity of silence?
Would you plunge for it into the depths of your soul,
The deepest recesses of your mind,
Where the water's dark as wine?
You'd find a cavern winding
Down into the depths of the earth,
Where the eventual dearth
Of light becomes the flash of crystal and the bright
Burning of the pressure smoothed rock,
The deep and intense core of being
Beyond control, and floating in the hot
Lava islands of cracking metal,
Sinking, from submersion rising, hissing with a moan
and a shot into the icy dark, the spinning globe of night.