A Prayer

Sonombulence aimless no longer,

With considerate brevity, on the smooth angular obsidian where I sway let me linger

On the silver timesands before the void let stand a husky, pinpricked peace

Mute nothingness offer no whisper, for I have given no word of initiation

While I follow senescence

To infinite indifference

Again, fold dead dreams, late lucid, of the dusty path I was walking

While that bloody muscle ceased its drumming

Oxygen with it, deprived like poison from a wrinkled wound

Bring back the childlike ignorance for me

As some final spark imagines an absurd premise without continuity or purpose

Before the end of all this, to which my withered limbs gesture patheticly

Then, let the fog roll in downy and swift

And at last make me blind.

I have seen enough.