There is no uncomphrended   Down in front   Under this tomb's inward arches   Beyond sunset and dawn   I am safe from living   And always falling   I claw at the empty air   I feel nothing of the embrace   I will never plummer   When there is always land to fail me   Long after that otherness has been   Exchanged up and over   Hoeizion's ramparts   I crawl back to the recurring burial   Which parrots what I do, what I told