There is no past without a future
No dawn to the eternal dusk
Forever stuck in the gloom
Of yesterday, today and tomorrow
Three phases of linear time
Intertwined in the knot of Triquetra 
The cosmic tangle enamelled 
Within orange chaotic amber
Under the aimless observation
Of the witless Watcher.
No longer are there thoughts
Of the future
And what it could birth
Only the continuous crawl
Through the Ever Gloom
With fear of the infinite fathoms
That is harnessed within the dark.
May the sleepless nite
Give way to dreams of day
Days of disentanglement
The long trek away 
From the trouble of the Trinity knot