in the dead of night,
the leaves have voices,
and they grind against my fear.
circles spin under my eyes,
and I'm upside down and inside out,
falling awake.

something moves at the edge of my mind,
and I'm still lost in my hall of mirrors.
here in this place,
I have no name,
just time falling from a silver spoon.

it's the end of all things now.
trees will burn and rocks will fall from the screaming sky,
while I sleep among the smoke and the ruin.
when I finally wake, my world will be broken at the core.
and a silver spoon,
will lie twisted and forgotten in the red dust.