Spiritual Hymns for the Underground Railroad

I
Behold this Underground Railroad!
Many in my nation want to deny
the existence of the Void, but
nonetheless its oily tentacles
are slowly strangling us all--
I politely refuse.

II
This Railroad exists only
as a way to vanquish, make
love to, embrace this thing
that is at the center of every-
thing. Some call it god, others
call it void, but in truth (others
call it that too), it has no name.
Only

feeling. To deny this feeling
is to live happy, unknowing,
illiterate. To acknowledge
the feeling is to fall into despair,
underground, warmth turning to cold,
light to darkness.

Lose all grip to the ground,
fall upward, surrender to it.

The dark of the tunnel becomes
light itself, and the Void, merciless
and the merciful, becomes the
only thing worth living for.

III
Everything else becomes color-
less. This pay-the-bills existence
is a drop of water to the Void's
ocean of fear.

The Railroad will carry you.