there is no solace.
no sun,
no window,
no beginning
or end,
no place to hide,
there is no solace.

there is no solace,
no stopping point,
no point of reference,
no endgame,
only the end,
to which there is no solace.

there is no solace
only to suffer
passing,
painful,
burning
death in liberation,
no solace.

there is no solace,
no solution,
no medicine,
no sympathy
clothing
endlessness,
no solace.

there is no solace,
only nothingness.
no beginning,
explanation
or insight,
no world to leave,
room to enter,
mouth to feed,
book to read,
or shoes to polish,
there is no solace.

there is no solace,
no warmth,
without fire,
only the cold
bitter sun.
there is no rain,
no wind,
and nowhere to go,
they will not follow us,
there is no solace.

there is no solace,
only heartbeat sensation
pounding mountains
with werewolves
amidst winter,
only the cold
distance to call us,
saying there is no solace.

there is no solace.
there is no hot coffee
to drink
on the sunday morning
before it comes to swallow us,
no solace.

there is no solace,
nowhere to go,
no solar system,
nothing to exist,
no moment to kiss,
no reason, no purpose,
and no solace.

there is no solace.