Ephemeron! It’s over! All
the scales of the clock-faces
are so heavy with life,
so loaded to capacity
with eyelids and eyelashes,
that they have come around again
to zero, midnight. Since you
were no Faust at noon,
no Mephistopheles at midnight
will reward your prayers with Hell
and its continuous distractions: it’s
just all over, Ephemeron.