The erstwhile incessant stream of life, thoughts, hope

Stripped now to bare existence

Trading today for tomorrow

And on until darkness.

Follow the line through the white of order

Arrive nowhere but at a different point

Pick up the heavy soul and walk again

On until darkness.

No breath of wet earth for you today

No body to embrace now within my own

Only this silent pilgrimage to the valley of vacuum

On until darkness.

The soul of the world falls asleep with my own,

Tired, vanquished by the impersonation

Pretending to be less than me;

And now I shall sleep with my eyes wide open

On, until darkness when they close.

1Life.