In this strange land I found myself
Of shifting shapes and confused tales,
Where Foggy figures in dazed landscapes
Called my name in obscure tongues.
And lost I crawled for lack of faith
Towards unknown, bleak horizons.
Knees deep in mud and spit and fear,
Blind to my own intents and wants,
I bled up hills of bones and rocks,
Down fleshy valleys of silk and blood;
No suns there to light my way, no stars either
To guide my soul. And newborn I fell,
So hard, my love, on your altar.
Cyril L.C. Bussiere