ᚢᚾᛏᛖᛏᚺᛖᚱᛖᛞ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚹᚨᚲᛁᚾᚷ ᚹᛟᚱᛚᛞ
ᛞᚱᛁᚠᛏᛁᚾᚷ ᛁᚾ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚷᚨᛈᛋ ᛒᛖᛏᚹᛖᛖᚾ
ᛚᛁᛗᛁᛏᛚᛖᛋᛋ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛋᛈᚨᚲᛖ ᚢᚾᚠᚢᚱᛚᛖᛞ
ᚠᚱᛖᛖ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛋᛖᚾᛋᚨᛏᛁᛟᚾ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛗᛖᚨᚾᛁᚾᚷ
ᛞᚱᛁᚠᛏᛁᚾᚷ ᛁᚾ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚷᚨᛈᛋ ᛒᛖᛏᚹᛖᛖᚾ
ᛚᛁᛗᛁᛏᛚᛖᛋᛋ ᛏᛁᛗᛖ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛋᛈᚨᚲᛖ ᚢᚾᚠᚢᚱᛚᛖᛞ
ᚠᚱᛖᛖ ᚠᚱᛟᛗ ᛋᛖᚾᛋᚨᛏᛁᛟᚾ ᚨᚾᛞ ᛗᛖᚨᚾᛁᚾᚷ
ᚢᛏᛏᛖᚱᛚᛃ ᚨᛚᛟᚾᛖ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚢᚾᛖᚱᚱᛁᚾᚷᛚᛃ ᛚᛟᛋᛏ
ᛗᛃ ᛒᛟᛞᛃ ᛒᛖᚷᛁᚾᛋ ᛏᛟ ᛞᛁᛋᛋᛟᛚᚹᛖ
ᛋᛏᚨᚱᛋ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚾᛖᛒᚢᛚᚨᛖ ᚲᛚᚨᛁᛗ ᛏᚺᛖᛁᚱ ᚲᛟᛋᛏ
ᛒᚢᛏ ᛗᛃ ᚲᛟᚢᚾᛏᛖᚾᚨᚾᚲᛖ ᚱᛖᚠᚢᛋᛖᛞ ᛏᛟ ᛖᚹᛟᛚᚹᛖ
ᛏᚺᛖ ᛚᚨᛋᛏ ᚱᛖᛗᚾᚨᚾᛏ ᛁᛋ ᚨ ᚺᚨᚱᛞᛖᚾᛖᛞ ᛗᚨᛋᚲ
ᛒᛚᚨᚲᚲ ᚨᚾᛞ ᚲᛟᛚᛞ, ᚨ ᛗᛁᚱᚱᛟᚱ ᛟᚠ ᛏᚺᛖ ᚷᚨᛈ
ᚨ ᛗᚨᚷᚾᛖᛏ ᚨᛋᛋᛁᚷᚾᛖᛞ ᛟᚾᛖ ᚠᛁᚾᚨᛚ ᛏᚨᛋᚲ
ᛏᛟ ᚲᛖᛖᛈ ᛗᛃ ᛖᛋᛋᛖᚾᚲᛖ ᛖᚾᛏᚱᚨᛈᛈᛖᛞ
Untethered from the waking world
drifting in the gaps between.
Limitless time and space unfurled
free from sensation and meaning.
Utterly alone and unerringly lost
my body begins to dissolve.
Stars and nebulae claim their cost
but my countenance refused to evolve.
The last remnant is a hardened mask
black and cold, a mirror of the gap.
A magnet assigned one final task
to keep my essence entrapped.
