The ice weeping breaks
But my heart is underground
And the ice of its dead tears
wakes never No sight no sound

This black disastrous sun
Yet hath no heat
How shall I bear my heart
Without its beat

All spider-like
Doth spin and cast
Strange threads
To hold time fast

The air is like a whining bell
That jangles words it cannot spell
And black as fate the iron trees
Stretch thirstily to catch the breeze

And slowly perambulate
With spectacles that concentrate
In one our , eternity
In one lens, infinity

From this torment
Eternal doubt
Of what I live for
And live without

Eternity and time commence
To merge amid the somnolence
Of winding circles bend on bend
With no beginning and no end

Down which they chase strange tunes that gape
Till they close and just escape
But though times barriers are defied
They never seem quite satisfied

The crowds bright sparks struck out by time
Pass touch each other, never chime
Each soul a separate entity
Some past some present some meant to be

But now an empty blot of white
Beneath the senseless shock of light
Flash by the tunes that can not thrill
….oh but time is hard to kill…...