Sightless sentinel of the sprawling void
Uncoiling black reflections
So slow the tides of the abyss
Megaliths of the unfathomable geometry loom high
Formless towers in the unreverberate darkness

Gaping fissures in the landscape yawn around me
Stones crumble to dust and fall to the depths
Nothing is familiar here, but always the same as before
The shell crumbles around me into the soil and sand
I am envenomed by the salt of the earth
Nothing is comfortable here, but always the same as before
Fragments of a brittle carapace
Fingernails, hair, and ash-buried bones

Sub-aural waves of the thunderous vibration
Tremor throughout the audient void
Infinite black integuements slither slowly
The titanic inertia of vast, sprawling planes
Always devouring, a timeless procession of infinite motion

A drop of rain into the churning sea
Dissolution into the yawning tides
I will forget what it is to be
And not knowing, I will rise again only to fall
I am the inheritor of disease
Of damp, black earth
My withered husk will dry upon the shore
I will become the sand
In forgotten dreams I crawl towards distant stars