Is this the end? A day that won’t end? The hour striking later and later, without turning early again? The shadows lengthening without returning to where they began?
Is it an end by lack of an end? Is it sleep induced by lack of sleep? Is it wakefulness due to having been awake for too long?
Will nothing ever end? Has everything already ended? Is there a difference?
Do I have regrets? Would I have them if I remembered past this incessant day?
Hopes and expectations? Whatever for, if tomorrow spells never?
And the sun and the moon, can’t they bring today to a close? And the sea with its ebb? The wind with its smoke?
The clouds with their rains?