Where’d the sunlight go, and to where all the shade?
Both have left walking – quite rudely, I’d say.
What shall we do without darkness or light?
Wherefore the sun? Wherefore now the night?
We cannot go on in this timeless abyss, this
Spiral of seconds that do not exist.
Confined in the circle of what was and not yet is
We wait for awake – and asleep – to be fixed.
If I don’t escape soon, I fear I’ll soon give in
But how can I give in with nothing to resist?