Absurdity: my absence is required
The savage unrelenting fearful me
Desirous and desiring, not desired
Forever seeking what I cannot see

Being not what I can never be
Knowing not what I will never know
Greedy to reclaim the bliss of nought
Absurdity: bliss is the death of me.

Though I, of course, resist my own demise,
Yet what is seen is seen through no one’s eyes;
And what is loved is love, and only love,
And not received from any god above.

Words here are written, no one prints them out.
The bliss and sorrow rise, they are not mine. 
All there is, is this. It is enough.
No one has seen this; being is divine.

[Suzanne Foxton]