I entered his home as my voice was his,
Thy lowly room where he dwelt in ruin,
Thy Cats now roam here and as I see this,
I find his chair is now placed in my room.
...
Nothing is wrong with me is wrong with me,
To "Know Thyself" is to pray for sweet death,
For thy chameleon's strength is what I flee,
Vast tundra my only friend till last breath,
...