Words are..

Crumble overbaked bricks
thrust into the nether between
two towers of unfathomable heights.
Once solid; sublimated into a cloud
a shower of sprinkling dust
upon the unfathomable heights
descending.

Into the nether,
thrust tenderskin hands and feet
and also toenails and hair
and teeth.
In the dim lit nights;
in the early dawn;
the distance is infinitesimal
and still unbridgeable.

Explore each brick
in the infinite wall
one will be loose.

The mortar will crumble to dust beneath your fingernails
and you will crawl through.

Into the black;
into the nether;
into the void.