Rejection

In gasping air from vast surrounds

Subjection to all that breathes it

Suffocate in the idle and empty

It calls for no one

No one

The beast of no will

Gives rise the servants of cause

They hold their breath as it sets behind the hill

Banishing them to the dark

Banishing them to the dark

It will set and rise again and again

Speaking only of your end

It pierces your unyielding pretense

The illusion shattered and exhausted

It will set and rise

Dull and fruitless

It will set and rise again and again

With no ambition