A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.

Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.

Tonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.

I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.