Black Prism

I lie between layers of perception

I'm neither here or there

Twice but still nothing

My image multiplies while my sight plays dead and regress

I've lost any mass

Mutant consistence

My shadow is no more

Tied to dimensions

I don't belong to

My center is now a black prism

Reflecting nothing but

Pale

Blue

Floating cemetery flames

Look through me as I dissolve

Try to catch a glimpse or something

And give it back

Feed the circle

There's an old root

I spotted

Big hole like that cancerous lung

I'll hide in there I think

Playing as the mist

Slowing raising from the soil

While I keep dissolving into thin cold air

My arms as dried branches

My heart as an old burl

Let's get a fire on

At least

Smoke I inhale

Smoke I may become

I'm neither here or there

Neither here or there

Solitude is what I keep being called to stand for

A ghost trail

I keep find directions for

Keep walking one way

Keep leaving no trace

Keep being blind

Keep looking up to the sky.