I have seen you in darkness
like a moth that was going towards the fire.
I burned
for darkness was cold,
unkindness and tenderlessness are always dark.
And flame even though deadlier than cold
yet
it is more enfolding and corresponding.
Hell is more in huglessness than in fire.
It is passionless, an abscess erupting of cold space.
It is unkindness that tore its chain.
It is those eyes that are not attached to any soul.
Hell is
where you are not holding my hand
in darkness.
