Hundreds

Right now.
On the top of the giant asleep
I watch down under my feet
the green deep sea.
Rythmic waves
at the mercy of the cold wind
mesmerize me,
songs of sirens burst the sky.
Moths with burning wings
spinning downwards the sea.
Dragged like scraps of metal
by this magnetic field.
Falling
deep
deep
drowning.
I am not alone.
Crawling as one,
We come by hundreds
Sweet kisses of wooden lips
warm my body and bring me peace.
Dive in an embrace of roots.
Closed are the gates of time,
now all sucumbs between
nothingness and eternity.
I feel for last time the pulse of the earth
which sets the hiss of the snake
and here she comes to me
lifeless
sweet
sweet
crawling
and as her black tongue licks my bones
now I know
now I belong
now I am all
Now I am one
with silence.