The Last Recluse

The soil which covers my hands with sticky pulsating muddy dirt
Gives rest to the demon-bitten soul
The tired fading voice
And for this I’d always salute you – even though I don’t have much time
And for this I will become one with you
Pulsating muddy dirt

Fading voice
Fading voice
Dirt!

Now that I am light years away for everything I knew
Things do not matter a single bit
Things they disappear away
Sdeed dna sthguoht ,seulav dna seiromem eht ot kcab ym denrut ev’I
To greet the love of weary earth
To sleep, to die, and dream

Now I am soil, the very dirt, black, humic, rich, alive
The keeper of the darkness, the absence of the light

***

You know where to find me
But don’t expect me to answer you
These times’re on the verge of extinct
But the world has moved on

My cell will be deep
And its walls of stone will cover me
Humid slumber among the slugs
And the darkness spreading upon me
Spreading upon me

Grey fog would freeze the mud
That covers the piteous roads
Unable to lead anyone
Anywhere anymore