I was born under the shadow of its light,
Doomed to the chill of its restless heat.
To forever prostrate myself in acquiescence
To the soundless music of the life infinite
It bestowed and it possessed.
I could not listen. I would not hear.
I turn away from the light that immolates
Regardless of my blaspheming eyelids.
Blood rays, fiery orange.
The light is all that is pain.
And I would surrender myself
To the deaf and blind.
That disables the soul.
That breaks the better angels of our nature.