Stranded in a realm strangely familiar
I shield my gaze with my hand and a groan
Escapes. A soft light begins to arc up
And over the horizon, defying
The black logic of this infinite plane
Splitting the universe into two halves.
There are no horizons. Fused with the air,
The cruelest reward for purpose: despair
And total silence, as my voice that laughs
Is snatched away to another refrain
And returned into meltdown as crying.
In fetal parody, my cup offered,
The dawn desiccates my chances for home.
The dormant seed teaches me: NO DEATH HERE