"skin of light"

The skin of light clothing this world is without thickness and I, I see the deep nights of all bodies the same beneath the varied veil and the light of myself is this night that even the solar mask can no longer hide from me. I am the seer of the night, the auditor of silence, because silence too is dressed in skin of sound and each sense its night a I myself am my own night. I am the thinker of non-being and its glory. I am death's father.She is the mother she is whom I conjure from the perfect mirror of the night I am man reversed my speech is a hole in the silence. I know disillusion I destroy what I become I kill what I love.

-René Daumal