I n the hollow of my retracted pupils

A black hole consumes my senses
M y body is a lost star in infinity

I nside stones and graphite
N ear Atlas Cedar with black heartwood

A nd from the amniotic mist of the abyss

C an you hear this voice from the other side?
O neiric, it is the echo of a lost memory
M y body is floating on the sea parallel to the floor
A ll around roots are torn from the earth