We sit below the world
Dense from Obscurity’s low flying fog
In the knowledge that conceded time
Bestows us our term.
Such are the limits of natural wont,
Such is spent energy avoiding vacuity,
Till perceptions change and this claimed state
Becomes nothing.

Yet for nothing we resolve,
The embittered obsolete,
So lay us down before we fail
To stir from the numbness of our failure
And at once must fathom to rise
And embark upon a clarity.
For the first, let us teem
Beyond this foreboding homelessness.