(The "mad" dive inwardly into what is forbidden outwardly.)
Enter the roots, dreamer,
come to the hollows in the bones.
You must listen to these dreams,
the whispering of your ghosts.
How you reached into the pit of yourself
and tried to go underground.
You went under.
You found beautiful, burning light --
you burned and sank into the deep.
Swallowed by nightmares,
lifted up to a different sυn.
Looking for life.
Trying to cross over
to the land of the living.
Under the surface,
tearing the mask.
This holy breaking.