Staring up, unblinking
High
Clouds drifting
Ever changing shapes
Drifting shifting
Rags
Blowing wind
Blood flowing
Flowing f l o w i n g f l o w i n g
Grey black grey black grey white grey white
Shrouds
Torn and ra g gg e d
Clouds

Staring up, unblinking
Warm, here, cold, there
Pain, far away, so distant, everywhere

Staring up, unblinking
Dull blunt eyes
Dust
Just kept looking up at the stars, perhaps it is they, then, star dust
dulling his eyes
Or
Deep
Wells of black water - or coal
Just kept looking down, where the mines are, underneath, perhaps it is
they, then, coal dust dulling his eyes

Staring up, unblinking
Blowing wind
There ever was
Wind, blowingblowingblowing
Bones and skin beating again razor-sharp stones

Staring up, unblinking
Blowing wind.
But it is different, now
Now.
Stroking his skin
Speaking of - hurt and mock flag of elven flesh and bone and skin and blood
- no more
Telling of speed
Speed.
Means movement, means time.
Movement ; the world spreading itself again
And he just flies
The world once was only of stone and iron bond
Couldn't move
Just hurt and hurt again, no going away
Point. Agony. Ever ever ever
Then : a line - a feathered shaft
Then : a surface - of glimmering steel
Then...
He just flies through
Space
And this is what the drifting clouds tell him

Staring up, unblinking
That strange feeling of - speed
Means time.
He once was trapped
Tiny, sharp-edged, present
Gnawing biting hurting
Now.
Now.
And then ?
Now.
Again ?
Now.
Now.
Now.
Hurt and hurt and hurt and no going away
No past no future
Just this.
Present. Now.
But there is speed, and he slides through
Time
Time died, time was dead, but time is born again.
And this is what the drifting clouds murmur to him

Staring up, unblinking
High
Clouds drifting
Ever changing shapes
Drifting shifting
Rags
Blowing wind
Blood flowing
Flowing f l o w i n g f l o w i n g
Grey black grey black grey white grey white
Shrouds
Torn and ra g gg e d
Clouds