Around me: I stand on the shore   The waters are black and swirling   I hold a black mirror in my hands   The /swastiked/ winds sweep around me   Their arms the nightbreath sleepwalking   The sighing of imminence and ending   All there the waves curl under and over   Around me: I see things coming to a close   The door is /nearly/ shut   As we stare at it the tinylight squeaks out   Slower and slower   I see things coming to a close   The folding cerecloth shrugs down over the windows   The lights burn still: but /invisible/ to us now   I see things coming to a close   (My mind kissed Myrinerest last night)   I dreamt   I cannot see   I cannot see   I can no longer see   And nor would I want to   Anymore   Clearblindlayeredlightcolourblindeathcomecomecomecome   Goaway   The pale toothed face inverted   At the feet of the /Rose Garden/   By the hedge and by the dream   By the post and by the bell   By the dawn and by the form   (/Formless He Lay and Dreamt/)   And formless we lay and shall dream   And then the rain   "My pain beneath your sheltering hand"   He cried   And gave himself up to the Tempter   The rebel angels (he thought and knew)   Would indeed array him with robes of water   But not mad   But clear   Why can't we all just walk away?