The irreality of the past,
Its nonexistence;
Obscured by reverberations in all directions
Calling from across the rotting sea
From an endless desert
where nothing can grow.
Smothered by what, in the mind,
has grown so powerful and unbearable.
Something so long dead.
Its nonexistence;
Obscured by reverberations in all directions
Calling from across the rotting sea
From an endless desert
where nothing can grow.
Smothered by what, in the mind,
has grown so powerful and unbearable.
Something so long dead.