There's a tall fire behind you,
Your back blood red in its light
All the ground stretching before you
To the horizon alight
All but where your shadow's cast:
Obsidian, tall, hollow you
Miming a sprint as if to mock
To your echo say:
"Please don't go away"
Soon you'll be laying down on him,
points of contact infinite
Watch the semi-sphere expanding,
About face into the night
Break the plane with your big toe, trace its progress to your neck
Every thought you ever had finds its repose and
You have gone away.
