most cherished illusions
kept safe
these shifting grounds
do chafe

more solid than the homes
needs must forsake
they, after all
buckle under quake

these sound shadows
give bound
borders to the chaos
churning round

what brutal blight
is brought by light

blessed blinds shattered
by the shone
things too dark
or too dense to be shown

howls of distance
between star
the shrieks
of the infinite mar

the blessed silence
of illusion, the...