Run away from home to erase the pastIn exile awaken and feel nothingA dull disgust for the shriveled ecstasyThat has outlived their hopeBeauty and death have become neighborsDissolve into the vast seaOf human sufferingAnd the diffuse guilt of the life-process itselfTry to abolish the past and capture the futureTo become earthly, the better to sufferTo feel death's thrеat