I did have sight of Them, though
there did be of no light, for of an truth
I did but dream, an' in dreams, impressions do
stand for more than what does be had by eye.
An' in that sightless place did have the
knowledge as that the Sons of Man did
collude with Molluscan horde in
imploratorial anthem.
An' that anthem did have no recourse
to respite, an' did so be without end,
for that anthem did be eternal.
But why does death be the culminant,
an' the frigid chill of solar vacuity
the only vision to remain?
An' why .... upon awakening .... does
this body be atremble .... an' that echoing
anthem, now softened by unfathomed
separation .... be still heard to ring?
