webs   and      ghosts
    salt     and          nature's slough
                                  etched into glass
                   and           saturated air,
       morose, the man sits heavy
                            he     gasps      for breath
                                  chokes    on fast ice
                              retreats    to thick air
                           stares      in dim light
                        looks       for nothing
                    sees          ghosts and glass
       blindly,       he  wanders into the vacuum
                                 descends  into nothing.
                                                        ­   nothing must
                                                           n­othing.
                                                           dust.