thus his whole life

took no time at all

and being alone the whole time

became his main sense

that went out from him instinctively

like a long lost drone

searching among mountains

for survivors whose arms and toes

protruded jewel fashion

from turquoise glaciers

and didn't know any better

than to wait for a reply

from a grief that was in fact extinct

like the pupae of an arctic moth

forever iced over

in a foetal position

so he gave in to the splendour

of unbearably chaste heights

where his belief could flower without

hope of an answering mankind

who would not answer

even if it silently could

so he smiled demurely as he walked

protected by his helmet of oblivion

from wondering when or how his future lay

and was less curious about this by nature than

a dune of sand is

or a fall of rain is

or an unwanted nebula on the run is

of their quantities

and silences

he trickled himself instead

through a narrow waste of time

until he fell down painlessly

inverting himself primitively

to repeat the descent and the rise

and had no idea he had learned

how to subdue

the versatility of death