My eyes are arid and cold on a portrait's insides. 
I am time-hardened wax and I can see wide! 
Fungus and frost have fondled my frontside and I- Did
he wonder and wander in small ages? 
Did he forget that I died? 
He's older and ugly and a beautiful baby, 
he's retinal mist. 
Far away, far away, 
leaning and turning, 
I moan and I list!

Not flying, not walking, 
porous, like curtains, 
I hang on the dampness of Spring! 
I've known my own scrapings for so many years, 
I know that something is coming! 
Not demon, not quickly, gradual breaking glass... 
My knees will go out from under me! 
I've borne my own weight for so many years, 
I know the ground is dissolving! 
Not under, not behind, not slow and torpid... 
I'm far-away attic frost, free and untangled!

free and untangled!

Didn't he wonder? 
I shall surprise him! 
Did he forget? 
I shall remind him! 
Please hold my hand, 
beautiful, ugly man! 
I've come untangled, 
but we shall find frost again! 
Dizzy and turning, 
you never need walk! 
I shall carry you, hold you, 
early and blinded! 
My son is no burden, 
I'm ancient with sorrow strength!