• My last words are indistinguishable
    Utterly drowned out and incoherent
    What am I but an inane amusement
    In a moment only static to me
    How quickly ripples turn into splashes
    Sky shouts violently at weeping rock
    As wild as the pounding 'gainst my sore head
    Left to rot and disintegrate fully
    Joined with mossy cavern hidden by tide
    Erode by unseen current fresh with force
    How long does it take for mind to wash out?
    Oh savour this untimely incident