• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 05


Even when submerged
there are tendrils floating
dream like in the blue
and sinking further,
it knows that it has been there
before the disintegration began
and every wisp of memory
untangled began to forget itself,
little by little as it reached
the inner sanctum where from
all things are named, where
all pilgrimage both ends
and begins.