Be!

One night, this word sparks up in thunder.   Be as I made you to be.

But what did you make me to be? To a madman without a path, whose pindrop heart your pen touches, I am drawn down into black.

Let me part from you!  Let me draw a cloak around me!

Let me slip back into my customary habits and move on with the day.   Let me forget for today — the black sun whose  my soul shall never blot out or escape!