— sui cædere… To make way for grief!


A kiss neither betrayed nor swore allegiance
To king or crown, a terrible dinner
Upon which the lord looked down… —


Don’t cry on my shoulder.
Don’t lean on or stare at it.


It, too—
—For I, just as [for] you, has
It become callous, and


This is all just too much to bear so
Don’t get put off if you’ve fallen.
Don’t expect a veil or lending hand.
The world takes no pity, doesn’t glimpse at


Any of it, pain or death, the immanence of
Hell upon hell in every place and time.


Know it all if you will.
Be it. Do it.
Take from
It, for it—this uncertain climb you’ve made
Proceeding to [your own] skull


But don’t you die there!
No, don’t you [try to] die on me!


(Just put it off! Don’t do it!
Veronica is secretly laughing!)