Beneath

	Rejection
	In gasping air from vast surrounds
	Subjection to all that breathes it
	Suffocate in the idle and empty
	It calls for no one
	The beast of no will
	Gives rise the servants of cause
	They hold their breath as it sets behind the hill
	Banishing them to the dark
	It will set and rise again and again
	Speaking only of your end
	It pierces your unyielding pretense
	The illusion shattered and exhausted
	It will set and rise
	Dull and fruitless
	It will set and rise again and again
	With no ambition