Around me: I stand on the shore

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