Bodies without flesh or bone
Partially present
Dead Quiet in their slow overwhelming absence
Insubstantial
Far off the light might be fading
Or resisting
The map has bled into the earth
The colours and key, now clay
Navigation a vapour
A whisp
That briefly curls in the air
We stand on the shore
thresholds
We are Unable to cross
Boundaries
We are unable to comprehend
The mist
A veil
The land
Sleeps
I
Wander