My comprehension
Has failed. My understanding, though
Has not, it could not –
Its departure would imply some memory, some knowledge
Of its retention, a retention
Un-possessed. Still,
You puzzle me. I cannot conceive
Of a passion reversed, and such a goal -
A death planned, rehearsed, and failed,
Nor can I believe in your values which
Lie before you in the silence of the abyss, and in the terrible violence
Of this.

With thought, however, I can perhaps find some clue toward it -
Though you defy my thinking there is perhaps
Some pattern to it, some measure
Of your despair, and
Of your destruction;
You find your reflection
In nothing but their thoughts and your analysis
In nothing but theirs. All this
I no longer wish to witness, and will not tolerate
Any longer. In the name of your salvation
I will shatter your mirrors, the horrors of their eyes,
And leave the lives by which you live
Broken in the dust behind me. With the failure of reason,
This is, perhaps,
The greatest gift that I can give.

How else
Will I change your view? I cannot, and I
Cannot then avoid this. My desire, now
Is only to renew –
I will burn the world to emptiness

And bring my vision back to you.