If everything that appeared to be

Was to go away, to disappear

The legions of Night move unseen whispering

Go,

And find that which cannot be found

Seek inside the waves of self that forever wash

Against the shores alive with thought

No,

Spirit may withstand without a lamp to light the darkened hand

That rules the momentary strand of Night as it swirls and weaves

If everything that ever was seems to stay although it leaves

So,

Without a word to say except the only one that is, exists

Somewhere within the all in all to fall before then rise once more

Until there is that which may become itself again

Know,