It was a dream or, perhaps, the filmwork of a mind
Nevertheless, the voice I heard in that darkened room
was reminiscent of mine

The sound was if it had been present all along
As though it had reawakened in the barrenness
of time and space and mind

But the words evanesced before I could find their place
And uncertainty answered when I thought, “Is this message
intended to be mine?”

Amid the silence, all that stayed was the soliloquist’s words:
“Leaving, merely a sojourn elsewhere; staying, alienation
from other states of mind.”