On opening my eyes. . .
The world dark as my soul. . .
Nothing moves, nothing flowes.
A dream of a dead man.

The moss of thoughts fill my mouth. . .
Lichen grows on my bones. . . Vertebrae detach. . .
Teeth lost in the grit.

The night has swallowed my name. . .
Taken my time, taken my place.
The dusk has covered my trace. . .
The rain has washed my memories away.

I have disappeared. . .
I am no more. . . Turned into voice of storm.
The roaring song of space. . .
Behold the waves. . . They roll over themselves.
Behold the waves. . . There lies the lap of time.