I am constantly disappearing…
echoing faint voices, distant howls
together with dust
together with silence’s gaze
watching the black oblivion hanging
like a nightmare’s pendulum
on these modern walls
ask yourself now
should we celebrate our meaninglessness
or despair from our short-lived sojourn
Are these darkest skies, games to play
the cries of hunger and misery – unreal songs
spoken winds from distant tribesmen
light, weightless
as unchanging light-bulbs circled by ghostly moths
humans are mist
shallow shadows built to dream
and float about unending abysses
so close to the edge of madness – mothers reply
hold my hand, while we both come undone
consumed by the selfless void, our friend eternally:
wasteland of forms
Beyond Language 