From the sand of lunar corpses,
through geometrical, arched waves
the fluid body
of a dream
- meant to be swallowed by an everlasting nothingness -
collapses with a scream.
Burned chapters, swept away by mold and bony worms
will quietly lament their lost, bloodstained letters
and with a damp white
- during each stone paved moment -
the black will dye them
whistling
the silence.
The fall is eternal...