SING the song of death, O sing it!
for without the song of death,
the song of life
becomes pointless and silly.
Sing then the song of death, and the longest
journey
and what the
soul takes with him, and what he leaves behind,
and how he enters fold after
fold of deepening darkness
for the cosmos even in death is like a dark
whorled shell
whose
whorls fold round to the core of soundless silence and
pivotal oblivion
where the soul comes at last,
and has utter peace.
Sing then the core of dark and absolute
oblivion where the soul at last
is lost
in utter
peace.
Sing the song
of death, O sing it!