At last, we must face the facts:
our vessels perforate. Our light escapes.
Desire, lust, burning, entropic zeal -
everything withers away.
We, with greatest need, we will be
the ones who find the way out.
Turning from those who self-immolate;
those shufflers who sulk in rotting dens,
inhaling their own vaporous nepenthes.
Seshet, we are losing you piece by piece.
Even your name is disintegrating.
We must call on you before you vanish away!
Open the door to the secret heaven:
Hide away our shadows,
Hide away our names.
We will escape samsara by never dying:
when the icy husky of dead stars
have sublimated into vacuum,
we'll await the subnucleation of oblivion
and ride it like a wave, forever.