Deep down in the depths of my ****** veneer,
I hear my name.

Do I answer or just stay here nestled in the vapour of Lethe?
Oblivion has merits, concealment of self in still water.

Aimlessly, carelessly swirling in drowsy drug fuelled forgetfulness.
Before we die we drink this water and pass on unhindered.

Ties are undone, people and places, completely erased
to be reincarnated, entering flesh again.

My name again is called, and with this sound comes memories.
I want to stay on the shore of Lethe. But, no.

Selfishness pulls me back to sight and sound
I am dead amongst the living.

I was fearful of death claiming my breath

                   As my every motive was opened in thought,

  Light faded and all was gestured to nothingness

      I was evanescent that flicker of singularity

But in that blink I was reborn in purest form

                   All was not forgotten just forged anew.

Reincarnated in a celestial aura cleansed or mortal thoughts.

he sits, patient and waiting
under a copse of diseased trees

but when the first bands of light
pierces through the trees' protective canopy

he will fade away
with the stars and their waning light