a lover was struck down. you'll be joining them now. walking a street tear-eyed, as chaos runs unchecked behind. the lamp-post on which you lean on a dimly-lit street, shimmers light catches edges around the last remaining metre of ground. the cold space embrace, the starkness warming, with no drama, and no big explosions. as death's hugs close in, you can't help smiling, with no drama, and no big explosions. a smooth fog slowly engulfs me heavily and ground shakes aloud. peril crush... like love. to the silent empt i dive. your youth shines through age lines, on your face for one last time. tightly clutched in your left palm, garbles of scrawlings scribbled down. you never touched so vein-deep, to your soul the nothing speaks, your lungs fill up with sootdust, disintegrate; you then leave. the cold space embrace, the starkness warming, with no drama, and no big explosions. the old town, born first, now the only place left on earth, with no drama, and no big explosions. this gaping deep pit starts foot-forth, is starry. i'll take a run-up. from silken sluices, i let go. just a step and all is gone. no ache... no call from beyond... no sadness... no grave... no loss. just... gone.
(lyrics to "abyss embers", (C)1999 Svetlana Perpetua-Jane Ross)
