I dreamt I was blank
In the sanctum of a lost river
Yeux fous aligning my page in bleak arrays
Only to lose colour to the swell of my age
I looked to a secondary pool
What is within you and what compels you
Nothing
I took away with nothing
What could I possibly see, hear and touch
Among these dancing particles
So many subscriptures may never see light
A mouse eyed accountant
Said I'd be rich
What is to be rich in a life unadorned
And when I look up
At an unknown time and place
I always see glistening and deceiving nothing
And if this time ends
I'll live a new life with watchers
Who could never face the test of time