The cruel sun assailed my silent absconding, showing
the world my skulking, creeping, crawling, pathetic excuse for an escape. sun,
sol, Lugh, you cruel burning blinding enemy of my existence, abducting my
solitude & flinging it upon the world for humanity to see, while I in my
futility, crawl on broken knees, head bowed low, & held down lower by the weighty hands of day, creep whipped by
cruel tortuous excruciating light, seeking in my blindness, the cool, obscuring
shadows of anonymity I crave.