De Profundis: Latin for “out of the depths”.
Out of the depths of the swirling abyss I see its beginning but see no end - a spiralling existential crisis does my weary soul its lost care portend. In my prison whose walls are of flesh made I bear a menace I cannot explain, yet truly life redeemed is death delayed but still I have nothing to lose or gain! For my mortal sins and mortality I have as yet committed no end crime - now fate and self-fulfilling prophesy are mine to appease its limits of time. I wonder if peace I shall ever know lest I die a man of constant sorrow? Written: February 1996
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