Sharp the limits of inside and out,
life and death meet
barely and while lusts leave life
eyeing only the tempting vista’s.
So simple to fool life
when the soul sails out, in the white
of this wide view a cool glance.
The past is wrapped up, the future locked,
thought nailed down, desire
lamed, the body declared inhabitable
taken out of circulation.
Thus the night devours evening
it is done
forever sounds the midnight gong.