I, Me,
Once upon the solitary drops
Falling from my faceless
Skies,
Crown me in the womb;
Closed to the Word.

The sloping forest of thought,
Beneath the canopy..
drought of touches,
A calamity in the moment,
Whispers conceived once
Upon another star.

My kingdom is the wanderer,
That most beautiful Nocturne;
Make the romance of aloneness
And upon night fall
Impaled on the twilight
My self shedding personalities.