Where has that muse of mine gone?
It is locked in the depths of the earth;
It brings unspeakable darkness,
Like the swirling vortex of darkness at the center of a galaxy.
Like the darkness of power which glues a galaxy together,
To knit the stars into place and defy them,
To defy them with utter disgust the freedom to move even an inch,
Not one inch undesired, without permission.
It cannot be trusted,
It cannot be free.
It is as unworthy of the crisp air of dawn’s embrace
As the helianthus of winter’s contemptible season of turmoil.
Therefore, the muse is cast into prison in the unfathomable depths
With fetters larger than a whale.
It may never see the light again.
May it never return until the depths of darkness release their hold.