Hidden In The Fog Miasmic Foreboding
No more arises my flooding morning star,
Laid down is its gleaming shine…
No more passing of my grief: the sombre night
Is all-universal before my eyes!
With myself in cruel secret that my heart conceived
An evergrowing creeping fear...
Formless, dimensionless – without substance.
For earth, skies, sun and moon,
Constellations and seas as all paths and mountains,
Valleys, pastures and all bearing life or substance
Seem ill-disposed towards myself!
Wherefrom in untam’d Magnitude
Thrives the tidal yoke in malign prosperity?
O heavy-beloaded soul!
All this onerous grief’s burden
Thou can’st not bear…
O heavy-beloaded soul!
All these impedances
Thou can’st not dare…
O fatal eclipse!
Why forc’d from the realms of Peace
Back to this world of Woe?
Which path to take?
To medicate the soul - tired and demoralized…
Where to seek instruction?
Help me…!
Save me…!
Can I dare… can I…?
To consult the obscure subject
Claiming to possess the second sight,
Claiming to perceive beyond the veils of fate?
No more arises my flooding morning star,
Laid down is its gleaming shine…
No more passing of my grief: the sombre night
Is all-universal before my eyes!
For earth, skies, sun and moon,
Constellations and seas as all paths and mountains,
Valleys, pastures and all bearing life or substance
Seem ill-disposed towards myself!
How to extoll these carking visions
Before my eyes?
What lurks on the morrow of this foreboding?
