i only see
rocks and shells of things which would be seen
but of the hosts of shifting shapes i feel they are unreal
and i am the sole thing that moves and in this realm alone

i search the folds of rolling rocks
and probe the curl of spiralled shells
but on this world of vacant shocks
there's star nor pole where i can dwell

only i
electra shiver evenlong my eye
and in anon the finite dawn i see
i am alone and shall be

krm