Glittering Blackness

In this glittering blackness time stops. As I spent six days at the bottom of the ocean, my poor man's memory served me as my only magic hours. The moon is down and the birth and death of a day has me looking into the air. Remember me as a time of day you said to me the only moment we were alone. Like the first breath after a coma, it was natural to be afraid. I have passed through this night, with your hand in mine.