Until lie becomes truth,
And condemnation becomes salvation concealing all deception,
He alone shall I serve.
He possesses both everything and nothing,
Neither alive nor dead,
He simply is.
For what can be lost if he has none,
And yet he owns and claims and has,
Including the void.
A curious little being he is,
So tempting that I glance and observe and desire,
Still he eludes me.
In my curiosity I test him,
Watch him conflicted or desperate or bleed,
And yet I cannot deny him.
I see my reflection in his eyes,
One drowning in the ocean waves and the other in the royal seas,
Nevertheless I am drowning.
And I continue to ask myself,
When did this meal become an intoxicating game,
And I am the prey.