There are no more surprises,
no more miracles,
nothing matters anymore,
for I have seen midnight at high noon
and felt indescribable awe.
My heart races,
my breath comes in gasps,
stars dance in my staring eyes,
wild thoughts chatter through my mind,
and a strange and ancient laughter pours out of my mouth.
O great Sol,
giver of light and sight?
now a dark round abyss
crowned in a cold swirling mist:
Have we angered you?
Are we being judged?
Do you warn of some new disaster?
a war or famine,
or a terrible storm of our own creation?
Will we survive the destruction and learn to start anew?
There is nothing left now but delirious wonder.
Arrogance wanes at this proof of our inconsequence.
I am one with our ancestors and those yet to come,
and I face our shared fate with an untamed elation.