I've spent my life in a lone mechanical whine,
this combustion far off.
How fathomless to be embedded in glacial ice,
what piece of self hiding there.
I am not sure about meaning but understand the wave.
No more Novalis out loud.
No Juan de la Cruz singing 'I do not die to die.
' No solstice, midhaven, midi, nor twilight.
No isn't it amazing, no none of that.