Dividing the atmosphere into a disconcerting jigsaw Heaven's vault is splitting up along manifold broken lines Every moist piece of untold history will fall apart Boundless gloom of precedence-to-be – space pervades Continental facets as projections of our unilateral sights I stare at the wan caress of those artificial crystals Scrolls of a manuscript truth Opening to meaning to foreclose reality Madness in the eye of the wise man The fantastical relics of absence Writing the meaningless to bring the present forth Wisdom in the eye of the mad man On Charon's trail sensed I the foul breath of the netherworld Within themselves the Wight's words carry the harbingers of insanity