The Isolating Lie Of Learning Another

The self is heard only from the womb of still waters
Bared only by the sunderings of living deaths
You cannot gift what remains undiscovered
You wear a barren character
Lie and fear-swept
Into the mud of the flock, it crept

The space between souls asleep in the arms of their guilt -
A muting distance spans the truth behind their clay and silt

You are the breathing mystery
To be is to deceive
What calls out from beneath the dream of being?
What lies beyond the mask of man?
The everything and the nothing at all
To be is to deceive

Suspended in a breathless absence floats the solitary cry
This is the depthless chasm where all trust and intimacy die

I have wept, and I have mourned before each curtain torn
The ruin of a wish lain quartered at my feet
For what I longed to find there, beyond meek curtsies and Trojan stares
Was but the froth of hungers most hidden

Not known to you, your burden now mine, to wrestle with your beast of no name -
Dubbed it must be, your ego its key, golden illusions dissolve only by His black flame
Unlocked must it be, exalted is He
Spell its coded call with the burial of your vanity and shame

You are the breathing mystery
To be is to deceive
What calls out from beneath the dream of being?
What lies beyond the mask of man?
The everything and the nothing at all
To be is to deceive