A Confusion… so to say!
I appear at sunrise to circumscribe the day.
Not an irrelevant shadow as some might say.
My point is validation of the kingdom beneath the ray.
The prince in deed of Vacua Spectra a “vast stygian ocean”
as Archimedes my gnomon would say.
When at night on my coming forth by day,
I am released from this tool where I lay.
The gnomons watch is ponderous,
his disk I tooth when I am transformed.
My work is endless though not laborious,
and to my kingdom I have sworn, to keep time infinite,
whether in the heaven the stars adorn,
or upon your wrist where I am worn.
