How is it that I have come to this place?

Of  the unredeemed, of the abandoned and the castaways?

I was sucked down into the world-I think,

Into its darker aspect

Drawn down into its churning toxic cauldron

Commingled with my essence

Something spilled out upon dry land

A hollow place formed in me.

And I waited as the years passed  .

I hungered and thirsted always on the edge where twilight meets the darkness.

Until in a drunken slumber I heard a voice

You must endure, it said,

While this terrestrial mass of sorrow wheels round the sun eight more times.

Then may your prayer be answered.

And in the parting vision,

the elements restored to your spirit.