A disembodied vision cast on a point in the void,
as if all this was notreal:
a banal abstraction,
a fresh abstraction.
A remnant fabric torn from the bolt of brilliant blue sky
flutters in an angryabsent wind.
The single orange petal fallen
consumes a rich bed of black earth.
I have been living without your shadow,
without a fire burning in this cave.
I have been living without your crazy walldancing.
Impossible sweet voice of the girl melts
the dwindling dark.