Thin Very thin Like a worn shirt cotton

Thin
Very thin
Like a worn shirt
Cotton threads pull and fray
Bare skin
The pale skin finally appears
Through the gaps
Through the holes
Rare
The hair
Black brushes write on the dark clouds
Or they write on themselves
Their own present
Vanished
It has disappeared
It no longer exists
No longer
I don't know what I know
I don't know what I know
What I know
What I know
A world destroyed before me
A world destroyed under my feet
Before me
Under my feet
The tops
Of these birches
Like paintbrushes
They paint the darkness blacker
The white whiter
Dark on dark
Light on light
I don't know what I know
I don't know what I know
What I know
What I know
A world destroyed before me
A world destroyed under my feet
Before me
Under my feet
The moment I see it
The moment the clarity
Reaches my eyes
Reaches my mind
Fleeting
We see only what no longer exists
We see only what no longer exists
The past brushes against us
The past haunts us
The past lies to us
Neither one
Nor the other
I don't know what it is
I don't know
What I know
Under my feet
It's gone
Gone
Gone