The reassuring black shadow –

It moves faster than anything.

It is the end of things,

It is their end and their negation.

But it is nothing without the sun

Nothing but the sun’s little errand boy,

Its letter from the auditor

Reminding us of what is owed

And what is granted.

The reassuring black shadow –

The land means nothing to it.

All things bow to shade

Just as all things worship light.

Light, maker of loneliness

Light, revealer of the ugly-broken-hearted.

A brutal calculus with which to figure the world -

Minus/mine is in the red.