I would be glad to die to get rid of
this tormenting idea as I am right
to be tormented by it; it colors
all I perceive, drives everything else out.
And I enjoy my pain--because it is
justified I'm free, if bitter, in a
sweet prison in a gentle flame burning
through each season, not a spark is lost.
Not Change, Time, Death, nor new places alter
me: I can't be made to think differently,
and thus have learned how to reach Paradise.
for his light points to heaven's gates, opens
them; I see truth of our origin:
my journeys to another realm are right.
From B A2:40:76. Key