He went just the reverse In a splurge of light A regression from entity Through Amnios to nonentity A sudden violent breeze Hit him in the solar plexus And confused his senses. Up there it is freezing In the pores of your skin. Temporal divisions disappeared As did the flimsy margins between Foggy myths and subliminal reality There was an un-filling of space Only an infinitesimal form Close-ended, where he existed.
