A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.

Now the night’s breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.

Tonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.

Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow; and all my flesh was aware of black pathways and hovels and the silence one observes when the dead are near.

I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.