There is a confusion in my mind,
A confusion that touches my bones
And, during the long hours,
Snuffs out the sun, rendering it
Strangely distant.

That confusion drove me out,
Into fresh air, yearning to
Rejuvenate myself.

In the strangled light
I stumbled across a naked cliff
On the vaulted earth, looking
Out over a distant sky.

"When will this vigil - this ceaseless
Weariness - end?" I asked.
The drowning sun seemed
To gaze back and answer,
"I hoped you could tell me!"