No, I don't believe what I see.
A slab of stone encased by an old rotting tree;
its edges worn away, and rounded by time.
The leaves drift and reveal a faint inscription.

No I cannot believe. All I see is my name in full.
My birth date, and my death. A level shaft of light
illuminated the tree, as I sprang to my feet in terror.
The sun rose in the east. I stood between the tree,
and his broad red disk. No shadow dared
to hide its truth from me.

A chorus of wolves howled saluting the dawn.
clustered on the mounds, and tumuli extending to the horizon
I knew now that these are the ruins of ancient Carcosa.

In the distance I saw a man in strange garb approach me,
and I sought his direction, but the man passed by without a sound
as if I wasn't even there.
his disgusting vile barbarous chants rang out to my shock,
and i understood nothing. In spite of my pleas to him
he ran off into the distance, as if I wasn't even there.

Filled with these reflections; soon I thought how came I hither?
A moment's reflection seemed to make this all clear,
though in a disquieting way.
I remember now that I had been taken by a sudden fever;
I was ill.
I can feel the air, as a ponderous substance;
I can hear the silence. Of fever I have no trace,
but why?

It feels like yesterday. When I heard the doctor say
you're going to die, and i can see his treatments didn't matter,
and to this day I don't know why i stayed
in suffering, and dismay if I was to die anyway.

So I ripped his tools from between my bones,
for I won't die in this bed all alone.
I accept that nothing in this world lasts forever.

It feels like yesterday when I heard the doctor say
you're going to die, and I accept
that nothing in this world lasts forever.

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