Leave me a fog of silence,
and a mist of nothingness.
I'm tired of hearing and seeing;
my food and drink appear disgusting.
Allow me to cast away this sensual coat.
Here's my scepter. My home remote,
always elsewhere, is waiting.
I see what I do not see;
I feel what is not there;
all things happen in all time
I knew and know, and know
at once, at many times for many times.
I know what I forget.
I have what I lose.
I am what I am not.