And die in the instant of absence

 And die in the instant of absence. It stays alive like a statue. Above the grave, the Moon is shedding. Leaving only de Luna shadows. Lightness Lightness appears. Broken hands as unpopulated links remain. The forests do not return. Is night. Root of the night. They take the fingers and toes roots, through the wood, the mud from the ground. They don't know how to count the dark. They doubt. They stagger. They scratch looking for the eternity of the tree.

Sense, then ex-isto as a hypothesis / thesis.