Skein of my Time

I beg forgiveness of Thee,
You the only one I love,
The depth of this dark pit where my heart has fallen,
Gloomy world of leaden horizons,
Night swimming horror and blasphemy;

Frigid sun floating overhead six months,
The other six months mine own darkness covers all land;
It’s a land more bleak than the polar wastes
Neither beasts, nor streams, verdure, nor wood!

No horror in the world can surpass
The cold cruelty of this glacial sun
And the vast night which is like old Chaos;

I come to envy the lot of the lowest animals
Able to sink into stupid thoughtless sleep,
For so slowly does the skein of my time unwind!

Steve Whitacre September 4th 2010