I know something is coming. Something I cannot touch, something I cannot name, and finally, something I cannot evade. I retire my own name along with everything I think , makes me into who I am. I slowly peel away my identity, one facet at a time. The knowing warns me to leave behind my cataloged self, to step out from under the attributes I collected at length, and stuck to my mortal frame. Exposed flesh , and the tick of my heart, the slate not cleared, but placed at a distance to see and observe without engaging. When the previous establishment is removed, I commit that, which then appears to you. Now that knowing I cannot grasp , has grasped me and will not subside. Somewhere within I form the word „yes“, and lean back, falling, falling, surrendering absolutely. Then, a blindfolded man in uncharted waters, led on by no one and nothing, not vision nor sound, in all familiar ways completely lost , and still…regardless still, so very still, not by voice and certainly not by the rumbling soul – deeper, still.