These poems,
Are destruction,
Masking symptoms,Are destruction,
And cocooning ghosts,
The weak perish,
Inheriting ash,
Covering suns,
With blankets,
Draw baths,
With waters waning,
With waters waning,
For moons,
Waiting for passage,
Waiting for passage,
Long a transport,
Safely,
Secretly,Safely,
And seeking,
Hundreds of years of sleep.