The Adieu Alone on the Face of the Skull

The eyes persistently closed no doubt a record in this position unobserved at least till now suddenly the look nothing having stirred look too weak a word too wrong its absence no better unspeakable globe unbearable ample time nonetheless a few seconds for the iris to be lacking holy as if engulfed by the pupil. At what cost soon to be foreseen save unforeseen to black blanks fit vent holes of the soul that jakes here reappearance of the skylights opaque to no purpose henceforward seeing the black knight or better blackness pure and simple that limpid they would shed blackness in its might. The last wisps of day when the curtain closes of itself by slow millimeters or