I am clawing at the earth.

Digging in reverse,

Frantic pulling downwards,

Downwards.

Suffocation hovers at the edges

But I’m well beyond all breathing.

I am emerging

From that cocoon of soil and worms.

I cough up a deathtime of dirt

And here comes the dread:

What now?

Up.

Ah.

Here comes the night,

Bright as the sea.

A twinkling mass of fire,

Pulsing in the chaos of the void.

How peaceful.

The North Star winks in my eyeline

And here comes the calm:

That now.