Wending down paths beside blurry white lines;
Hollow lights flashing, yet frozen stands time.
My torpid soul languishes, foreboding in fear;
As ghosts of ‘lectricity encircled appear—
    Past, present, and future brooding.

Violent paroxysms of spirit and mind;
An attack of nostalgia, a soul now confined.
Embittered, defeated, resigned to exile;
An impetuous attempt to reconcile—
    My ghastly sins now imputing.

A sweltering heat, the crowded world cries;
A sickly appearance, her fever doth rise.
Degenerative infirm, it comes to a boil;
“Workers unite!”; nay, “For blood and for soil!”
    An ineluctable atrophy.

In comes the Doctor, with potions and leeches;
Demons and goblins dance, violently screeching.
Slice at the elbow, the World-Soul doth howl;
Blood spilleth over, cosmic disemboweled—
    Homines: god-damned catastrophe

Writhing and languishing, seething in pain;
Ancient gods laughing, they’ll do it again.
Eternal reoccurrence, the fate of the world;
Nausea and dread curdled, putrid and spoiled—
    Fetid gruel doth not satiate.

Yet deep ‘neath the excrement, fecund and fertile;
Suffering’s offspring yet rises immortal.
From Herebus, Nyx rises up goddess Day;
A light to the world and a raison d'être—
    The Immortal Sun radiates.

This poem appears in “Into the Gloom” (March 2024), published by Wingless Dreamer Publisher, 22-23.