There are no lips left, and the two rows of teeth show up like lettering.

The cheeks are sprinkled with moldy traces of beard.

This body is only mud and stones.

This face, in front of my own, is only a consummate mirror.
Water-blackened overcoats cover and clothe the whole earth around me.
I gaze, and gaze---- I am frozen by a mass which supports me.

My elbow sinks into it.