I feel good. Now 
a stoic cold radiates 
within me.
This ruby-red rope that rasps
inside my body makes me
laugh. 

         Endless rope 
like a 
spiral
descending
from
evil...
Bloody, left-handed rope
formed by
a thousand daggers driven in.

         So let it unravel, braiding
its bolts of funereal cloth,
and let it leash the trembling cat
to the frozen den,
the final hearth.

         
        Now I am serene,
with light.
And on my Pacific
a shipwrecked coffin mews.