Der Geist Der Stets Verneint

No day ever really ends.
The ball keeps rolling smoothly,
Events in every instant

Brilliant, dun, or dark. You pause,
You animal. You have to.
Life is Mephistopheles,

Temptation and abstention
As harnessed as day and night
To the same plow, if that’s not

Too rustic an image now,
As the changing of the shifts
That have no moments neither

One nor the other, only
This which is not this but that.