He cried for night but night could not come so, swept in the shroud of misanthropia he went away fed the empty galleries with the artifacts of the black rain sunken into the shadows with a dry, sardonic smile He made the footprints a part of his heart to rouse a sacred confrontation.. Stood there carving on the monument to lies Digging of the Earth, making friends with the soil the all-mother rises and bares her bleeding thighs he disappears into her cold, icy womb
