The waters are black and swirling
I hold a black mirror in my hands
The /swastiked/ winds sweep around me
Their arms the nightbreath sleepwalking
The sighing of imminence and ending
All there the waves curl under and over
Around me: I see things coming to a close
The door is /nearly/ shut
As we stare at it the tinylight squeaks out
Slower and slower
I see things coming to a close
The folding cerecloth shrugs down over the windows
The lights burn still: but /invisible/ to us now
I see things coming to a close
(My mind kissed Myrinerest last night)
I dreamt
I cannot see
I cannot see
I can no longer see
And nor would I want to
Anymore
Clearblindlayeredlightcolourblindeathcomecomecomecome
Goaway
The pale toothed face inverted
At the feet of the /Rose Garden/
By the hedge and by the dream
By the post and by the bell
By the dawn and by the form
(/Formless He Lay and Dreamt/)
And formless we lay and shall dream
And then the rain
"My pain beneath your sheltering hand"
He cried
And gave himself up to the Tempter
The rebel angels (he thought and knew)
Would indeed array him with robes of water
But not mad
But clear
Why can't we all just walk away?
