Whilst I sit in cogitation,
All around me — bombilation.
Thoughts obscure, in dark fixation,
Whisper through my contemplation,
Echoes of a lost creation.
Through the veil of dread sensation,
Comes the weight of desperation,
Shadows cast in faint elation,
Lost within a mind's rotation,
Caught in ceaseless rumination.
In the depths of calculation,
Silent, cold, and grim temptation,
Looms a spectral visitation,
Mocking every inclination,
Stirring ancient resignation.
Would that reason, in duration,
Break this endless oscillation!
Yet I fear no explanation,
Only voided trepidation,
Bound in thought's incarceration.
November 6, 2024