Thoughts of a Later Hour

A light that has flickered and failed;
A light conceived as gone;
Lightning the flame of a broken candle
Upon this marbled floor.

Why this upon this hour
When I find myself without
The strength to blow that fire aflame
Or blow that candle out?

I find myself without a name.
I fear
I do not reckon myself here;
I do not find myself as one.

Wreckage cast out from the sea,
Returned ashore,
Who once sailed alone
From this marbled floor.