I tried to behold what was submerged,
Lost amongst the beams of a motionless morning,
Settling into the rustic rhythm of ebb and flow,
Moored footprints lost in the brine.
It was only me.
In the dismal and cruel clang of time,
Between the roar, I heard a whispered truth,
“Thyself was made before I was unmade.”
And running to the shade of a derelict shelter,
The howl echoed through the abyss,
The whale’s song vibrated the trees,
And in the dusky depth of interstellar space,
What was once rare and extraordinary
Wilted into questions of growing doubt.
Lying prone amongst the reeds,
I heeded to the slight, distant murmur,
“And I, sad soul, am not the only one.”
(Italic lines of voice from The Divine Comedy – Dante Alighieri)