Here's my inarticulate ramblings.

Alone amidst the crowd,
Adrift among the stars,
Casting no shadow and
be-stirring not a ripple,
I sleep during life and am
seemingly oblivious to it all.

You are the beach I am cast upon,
during this, my nadir.
Wilt thou hold me warm amongst
thy dunes? Or cast me
back into the void whence I came...

-Ky


Penned by my hand on the 6th of Glacian, in the year 242 AF.