Artifact #016, discovered and transcribed by R. Grunenwald. Dated circa A.S. 277, found in Belleville, Wisconsin. Annotations in margin indicate that this was written for the Lux et. Femina Annual Fundraiser Banquet, performed by a poet and interpretive dancer.
palindrome
nox
Stop.
Will the darkness…
Stop.
If I…
If I just…
Maybe? Please?
I squeeze my eyes shut and the dark persists,
Nothing for naught for my mind to subsist.
Darkness encroaching, the cause of my plight;
An abundance of nothing; lack of sight.
What is without seeps within, internal.
Time stagnant and ages dark, eternal.
There is no beginning, there is no end,
To infinite blankness we apprehend.
The past is the future, time is not real;
For those polluted, only light can heal.
The chimney made vast, its soot and grime
Inescapable, dark for a lifetime.
I squeeze my eyes shut and imagine the light
Seeing nothing inside but the lack of sight.
I yearn for the cusp of dark, a world of bright.
Oh! To experience what is true and right.
A life of infinite shape, color, and form;
A life of vigor, eternal sight, of warm.
Oh – how I wish for lively mental valor
And the light to witness the morning’s pallor.
Who can set me free – once seeing and unblind?
Open the shutters to the eye of my mind?
For the love of light! Can darkness ever cease?
Please! PLEASE?! Will I—can I—ever be at peace?
lux
Please, please. Can I—will I—ever be at peace?
Oh! Oh – will the brightness ever cease?
Close, latch, and darken the shutters of my mind?
And make me seeing of shadow and unblind?
The delight of dark to witness true pallor,
Oh – how I wish for languid mental valor.
A life of peace, silence, what is uniform;
A life without stark shape, color, and form.
Oh! To experience what is true and right,
A world without what is degradingly bright.
Omnipotent from the abundance of sight,
I squeeze my eyes shut and resist all the light.
No escape, enough light for infinite time;
The chimney no longer producing dark grime.
For those polluted, only dark can heal;
The past is the future, time is not real.
To infinite lightness we apprehend:
There is no beginning, there is no end.
Time stagnant and ages bright, eternal.
What is without seeps within, internal.
Abundance of everything; too much sight.
The bright overwhelming, causing my plight.
Nothing for naught for my mind to subsist;
I squeeze my eyes shut and the light persists.
Maybe? PLEASE?
If I just…
If I…
Stop.
Will the darkness…
STOP?!