Untitled: 3 AM

From the depths I awake in a flurry and the flames lick my feet. The world is undone and Paris is burning. That beautiful face that launched a thousand ships, oh Helen! It's burning! Rome is ruined and scattered and her pillars are torn down and tossed in heaps. Oh London! Ah, me, your warrens too have burnt and now blow in the wind with the rest of the ash. From dust to dust. Ash to ash. Perhaps this is the fire in which we lay down at last. Oh my love. Oh at last. Paris is burning. Rome has fallen. London lights the night with her pyres, all is lost and we are done. Undone. Down into the endless depths we dive and this all was nothing but a dream.