A morn, I dreamt
Of distant ringing,
Disturbing sleep.
Baffled, drifting,
I awoke.

Father by the doorway stood,
Unavoidably, gently;
Knew I then:
I must withdraw.

Apostate mind,
Mumbling, maundering amidst
Torpid thought.
Adrift I set it,
Jetsam afloat for a time,
And a time, and a half.

Immersed,
This derelict content to inhabit
Unevening dark.
Cold, knells ever the tocsin
Of depth unbounded.

Unsounded range,
Clouded, night,
Etching time.
I?
Without.