Sonnet For the Slain: Spiritual Suicide

Be absent, evermore turn thy gaze away;

Be undone— the essence of being, premier to thee.

Death tables highest certitude, linger in dismay;

Prudence carotid in thine self amends the best in he.

Now there stands the pyrrhonist,

Of judgment, of spite, of unruly enterprise;

To omit thyself of preeminence. 'Tis Nature, the timeless witness!

Be thy forlorn, haste maketh he, doth dawn veils of change— man's greatest disguise.

Prideful steps be thy walk,

As he wears thy crown like Ozymandias;

With plucked eyes from thine self, away amongst Thee which Numen hath brought:

Dead thou hitherto, dead thou long last— dead thou beest.

Long lived thee sought to be, coiled with contempt suffers he still;

Liberation killeth himself, voided of peace— thy free will.