Trailing shrouds of ghostly faces,

madman, lion, father, bone man,

sphinx, though it did not deserve her,

bound by mass of mist to earth,

kept in common light to drown,

floating with no life preserver,

knowing nothing but it knows

love a void and withheld hand

from the morning of its birth.

Flying wide but coming down,

underneath the overdose,

falling free of their good graces

clouds the eye with words all worth

naked, forgetful oblivion.