Pan

I am a god
yet no god
child of none
and feared by all.
 
None knows where I come from
save I
none knows what I am
save I.
 
I dance and I sing
with drink I make merry
but none can stomach my joy
save I.
 
I’m the black of the sky and
the green of the ocean
a child’s high-pitched scream and
the tumult of motion.
 
None can escape me
my fierce wild call
my wailing pipes
allure you all.
 
I will go on forever
I will
when the world’s just a void
a chasm of nothing.
 
Oh lonely eternity!
dark wordless pain
fierce Lord of Panic
you merry goat-man.

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