In the quest for shudders I was as the absence   Melted in my hand   As clear as my gleaming sorrow      A spectral fascination   For irony to serve   Are the glorious those who triumph   In a kingdom of eternity?   A castle of sand   Whose roof has sheltered my   I sense "the absence of triumph and lust   Abruptly rising to cover the glory in sand"      A whore gave birth to the flies   Who flew away with my beauty   A virgin gave birth to my masks      I simulate the absence   "To enter a kingdom of   Flesh - a ghastly worn shadow   A fiery picture of poet in hell"      Forlorn I was as poets should be   I am as chosen as the weaver himself