Darkness closes in at midday,
darkness creeps into the evening
and morning which is to come.
I feel as if my blood now flows
out of me, with the petrified flesh
left behind. I try to pull my crumbling self
together but I can't stand up to
the onslaught of darkness, I am worked out!
The darkness and its underground generators
will never hesitate to tell me off,
to tell me to buzz off, as if I were
that tedious fly which always buzzes around
but which would rather buzz off!
That is not an attempt to rhapsodize
the poor fly's adverse fate,
it is rather a call for patience,
an appeal to keep at least a single fly alive
and keeping to annoy you - just to emphasize
how sweet and welcome
the anticipated stillness is.
