This world has outlived me:

I am one candle above
a sea of white wax.

Each breath draws absence
The smoke of loss

Flickering, casting
faces on a drifting haze

One by one they fall to rain
or wind, or snow...

To leave me -
choking in fumes.


-Phobos

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Chakros, in the year 125 MA.