Unreturning

I am terribly spent

With life and death

A circular bondage

The distinction, only a breath

 

 Till it disappears,

Each passing number

The subtle thread,

Gets shorter and shorter

 

Don’t look for me

I’ll be far away

In a remote dimension of resonance

Where ripples appear

At the tip of my hands

 

 Into the oblivion I see,

It is strikingly blank

And when I cut the thread,

I am no longer coming back.