Suffer the gulf

Of a hundred million years

The sand that buried centuries

The burden that drew its shadow long

That tried in vain

To hide unfathomed

He drew the pictures of his dreams

The pictures of his dreams mechanically

Unlocked the shrine, the shrine withdrawn

Threw open doors unmade

Remembering elusive shade

In pieces, like knives of sleep—

It leaves the soul in ruins

(A body is only a garment useable

Forgettable

He in me and I in he…

I was given my way back

Unmercifully

I sliced through millennia

But I left my record written

In distorted hand

In alien archives whispering

Buried in the sands of centuries)