Apophenia

It is a common era
A night like any:
Seinsvergessenheit

In the distance
There are echoes
Of joy and vocation
Pitfall and ascent
The laughter of a mother and child
The fall before a precipice
And the presence, unmistakable
Of hope
Of even God

… Die Flucht der Götter muß erfahren
Und ausgestanden werden

And with the tide
Comes a man
Like flotsam
Beset by shadows
Glimpsed on the walls
Of a cave
Naked
Stumbling
Towards the last rays
Of a setting sun