by the flicker of my spark
by the cooling coals
beneath the hearth
by eyelids,
flittering then frozen still
where the snowflakes fall, today
where the Ash tomorrow will
our snuffed will lay to rest
a sediment of misspent youths
the rest will weigh fate's dander
o'er paths of long forgotten truths

brights buried
in moonlight
in alien sun in long-tread lost ways trenches dug by habit until this creaking body this raft of flesh splits and sinks silent. quiet. in the long in the stygian howl, imperfect in the tempting, obsidian cold -- (edited)

(can you finish this for me? im feeling very tired, suddenly

and it's getting dark
I think I'll just rest a while

yes.
I think I'll just rest a while .)