Slouching toward nirvana (Ecco)

in this place§there are the dead, the deadly and the dying.§there is the cross, the builders of the cross and the burners of the§cross.§the pattern of my life forms like a cheap shadow§on the wall before me.§my love§what is left of it§now must crawl§to wherever it can crawl.§the strongest know that death is§final§and the happiest are those gifted with the§shortest journey.