Ad Nauseum

it is incessant
a shadow that knows its own name
it follows the sun
meekest at the highest
second to the soul
and tallest at the fall
at dusk they share hands
and lay claim to the land
no longer prisoners of flesh and light
the pallid earth can no longer amuse
inward and upward
the mind is ripe
and the furrows are deep
impossible to defend
a nightmare is born