what i saw at the edge of the see.
only those elements time cannot wear, and they follow.
what seeped out throught the cracks in time,
what sucks out the color in me?
what awaits beyond infinity?
beyond and to all time i stand what blew in with the great gale?
what weighed down the falling leaves?
what came forth from the remains?
what has always lived and gone unseen?
what has caused the night to fall?
who speaks of eternity?
who awakes to night eternally?
de profundis clamavi o my sole love,
i pray thee pity me from out this dark gulf where my poor heart lies,
a baren world hemmed in by leaden skies where horror flies at night,
and blasphemy.
for half the year the sickly sun is seen,
the other half thick night lies on the land,
a country bleaker than the polar strand;
no beasts, no brooks, nor any shred of green.
there never was a horror which surpassed this icy sun's cold cruelty,
and this vast night like primeval chaos;
would i were like the dumb brutes,
who in a secret lair lie wrapt in stupid slumber for a space...
time creeps at so burdensome a pace