leaving

leaving

behind, no road stretching
there are no points on the horizon,
no horizon, no space,
the spheres have disappeared,
without falling, no movement or stillness,
no hell of heaven, heaven of hell,
there,
there,
beyond now, that last imagination,
the music of sounds
away,
no atmosphere excited by percussion,
a lack of deafness even,
no word, no number,

rushing to fill the voids,
new expanses, new immensities,
older than the waters we left.