I weave the loom of memory anew Which I, with haste, undo each night A living past (if past it is) Still nascent, quickly flies
So ask: when life's effluent breath From cracking lips begins to leak And when encased in body-sepulchure My brain no longer seeks
And when my life has risen to Its crest and falls back to the sea How shall the fibres of my past - Ephemeral and sanguine - cast Headlong into death's bitter chasm Spin anew this strange phantasm?