Cloakroom
Gone But Not Entirely
Spent a few days returning to society
I thanked the new and the old gods too
For reassuring me
I knew 'em by name
They crumbled under scrutiny
We drank harsh teas and we burned offerings
To stare death in the face
Newly attuned to the secrets
Whom the day and night exchange
Changing my shape
Removing my impurities
They're gone but not entirely
I was gone but not entirely
All that I can consume and to all I'll subdue
All that I can destroy and all I'll remove