The World
Has acquired
A special Silence
Without the Gods
When there is
Nothing to listen for
When there is no outside
There is no inner
The soul is undisguised
To be a foul sprinter
To nowhere in particular
Death is now Final
Matter everything
Hope is killed
Behind the Fleeing God
Only a Fool believes
In Divinity
But some continue
To hear
A strange distant song
The chime of a Sphere
A Promise that is Gone