no hero

 Forget me in this moment;

                         

                                                  For I do not exist.



     The shallows                      pale
            

                                                         in the wilderness.





Unkempt

                                                            it f a



                                                                     lls


and the     cold                 freezes

                           bitterness.


                       Untouched


                    is so much of all.
  


    The unencompassed
 

                   and otherwise      infinite     vacuum


of                      emptiness            eternal.
 

     This
                      is the path of the soul.

 Unknown                   it is

                              to almost anyone.


        For that



                                           is the way of infinity.