i rush at full throttle across the darkening night and rain the torment is over and my time in this garden is close to an end earth turns to dust as the world moves at dying tempo behold its immensity and fatality i rush at full throttle across the darkening night and rain existence fading transforming flowing for me the world has become a wasteland beneath a clotted shell descending into pitch black halls of unrecognized human desires a new warmth jubilates within caresses the palms with moonlight each new breath an engorging of absolute radiance