Eclipse

Eclipse without sun I am etiolated, enfeebled, bereft my backbone heavy and limp, muscles stale and indurate from disuse I try to lift my face, feel the light, even the dawn or dusk, even when fog would cloud my vision but I cannot move, for my neck is fixed, vertebrae seized, locked, eyes that can do no more than stare ahead at this monolith, this menhir, present since I can remember that ages me, leaves me threadbare and faded, as a moth-eaten blanket fails to sustain a warm embrace so I shiver in the shadow, ensnared in this eclipse, this dark moon that will not detach me from its bleak orbit