Incubation

by reflectionsonthemachine

I have nothing.

I am spent.

At last nothing is left.

Only the halcyon waves

And boundless, unknown shores.

My limbs spike with rime.

They fall away helplessly,

Unheeded into the abyss.

At the dark depths

Where civilizations lie creeping

My left arm plants a sign

Among the appendages heaping

With a forefinger pointed toward me

At the surface where I float

Sleeping.