I.
There's just
no living
in this
present tense. I am
of the earth,
and of the earth with the breath
of its silty
wind, I'll sing,
each passing second proving—
reality was
but an art-
ful delusion.
II.
Timelessness.
Dreamless
sleep. Non-
arrival. Boredom.
—these lapses
you cannot have;
I'm taking them
with me.
III.
Bury me—
in any body
of water
which hasn't
already—
got a name.
