Oh that the wonder had not passed,
The words been forgotten,
The meaning unwound,
Dreams dangling in the darkness
All that is left of light.
The dullness remembers,
The memorable stalked by silence,
The error in the enigma,
The remains of my consciousness,
No more beginning,
The cornerstone out of place,
Crumbled.
The inconceivable in the infinity
Abides in my emptiness,
Unforeseen gods the fragments
Of hope,
The dust on the furniture of feeling
Housed in my hopelessness.