The Light That Hangs Above the Fields

The pathless woods The lonely shore The roar of the deep sea The occulted screeching of owls in winter The roaring of lions The howling of wolves The hopelessness at the heart of lust The light that hangs above the fields The church not made with hands Lost portions of eternity Too great for the eye of man or his moribund gods All gone in a flash The fear and dread of you Look at it Look it straight in the face Look at it and without doing anything, suffer inexpressibly Suddenly life has no meaning