DE PROFUNDIS CLAMAVI I am dead.

I fall, I roll like a broken bird into bewilderments of light, into canyons of darkness.

Vertigo presses on my entrails, strangles me, plunges into me.

I drop sheer into the void, and my gaze falls faster than I.
Through the wanton breath of the depths that assail me I see, far below, the seashore dawning.

The ghostly strand that I glimpse while I cling to my own body is bare, endless, rain-drowned, and supernaturally mournful.