Things Which Are Naught

In Death's holy silence I call you, God above me, God below me
 By Neither, Neither, myself unseen, God within and God beyond me
 Reflected in these mirrors darkly, God above me, God below me
 By Neti, Neti, a faceless face, God within and God beyond me
 You abysmal rift in the fabric of being
 Ungraspable shadow, devour me
 As I open my eyelids for your gnashing teeth
 And fill the hollows with blackest dreams
 "For his art did express a quintessence even from nothingness
 From dull privations and lean emptiness
 He ruin'd me and I am re-begot
 Of absence, darkness, death: things which are not"
 Coil about me and breathe my new name
 Self above me, Self below me
 Plow earth into abyss and reap its bitter grain
 Absence within me, Presence beyond me
 And your naked splendor has carved open the pathway
 Into wonders of the howling night and the twist of the moon
 Where the dead awakens to the call of serpentine cherubim to fall ever deeper and deeper into their tombs
 Restructure the dried out bones of the world and fill its dried out veins with your word
 A promise of everything I will come to be, the Nothing within me and the All beyond me!