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Innumerous forms shading the last ray

as rain waters drift through rock and bone

my blood laces eluvium in subsoils

minerals gifted new horizons in the hope of unlikely birth

to look before me and lust for finish

to then behold my weakness and conceal my sentiment

Into the wicker pall. My history of decay.

Into the wicker pall. History of decay.

Cutting the ravine and eaten alive by apathy

souls fade from the rind

better to be, better to seek

mortality left for the earth to see

I drain to nothingness like the noble waters’ seep

Among a series of lifeless roots, my coffin

I drain to nothingness

And share in the twist and fold of wicker

I drain to nothingness

like the noble waters’ seep

among bedrock and mud, my being

I drain to nothingness

For my event-horizon

no dismay

blood to earth

blood for the birth

(sorrowed but guiltless sweet)

I am drained.