Without a Trace
The element of the creative and destructive worlds
Everything that you can see around you is grey.
The wait has been endless.
It is dawn.
My only purpose is to survive one more day
here in this place
Slowly the sun rises, bright and clear
dissolving the morning mist.
You feel its heat.
At this moment I exist without a sense of time.
The warmth on my skin is primordial,
You are neither finite nor infinite.
Do not deceive yourself.
They are mere words.
The element of the solid world
Their names are engraved into the shining black marble.
You run your fingers over the letters.
They died for reasons which they could not comprehend.
They fought for mistaken beliefs.
That word is the wound from which you will never recover.
Each day you will inflict it on yourself.
Each night it will heal.
How do I escape this circle of suffering,
understand what it means
Your dreams will only be understood by another’s dreams.
They must pull themselves from the emptiness
to be set in stone.
The element of the liquid world
Your knife lies on the table.
Your body is warm.
You feel neutral.
I pick the knife up.
I open the blade.
You place your hand on the table.
You stab down into the palm.
A small gash appears in my skin.
The wound is superficial.
Slowly the drops of blood form a pool.
It is no longer a part of you.
The element of the moving world
You repeat the sounds that you do not understand.
They gradually turn into meanings.
You remember them.
Subjectivism deism existentialism atheism humanism
romanticism determinism hedonism
Each sound becomes the same as the other sounds.
Shapes to fill an emptiness.
Echos of nothing.
But they are the realities of my life,
of my mind, of my body,
How weak your flesh is.
Your sounds will soon fall silent.
Eventually all trace of you will disappear.
Valediction: the action of saying farewell