Life is a dome The stone ceiling hovers Above us, our coffee cup, and our books And lights fed by electricity Misinterpreted as stars...

My world is a room And its windows Gloom Someone is smoking, No; I think it's absence; absence of The sun, the moon, And all that shine;...

If I am a shade, What lies above me? What is that which sears onto me A dividing outline And fills my entity With the black of night...

I don't know It won't tell The data blackened into A deep dirty pit Where silence slowly seeps I don't know They won't tell Ghostlike...