Tomb-Raider

This lonely evening where are the stars? I am a tomb-raider at the foot of Mount Kailash Never did I know what is truth nor what the ancients thought Some guy blinks on and there are days and nights Who did what? Who did not? Does that matter anymore in this hebephrenia we celebrate as life? Reason there is for everything a past in every now Is there a now? all is past and and thoughts of what to come An Egyptian tomb a long-sleeping mummy desecrated by fools treasure-hunters they are called moths that breathed and died in a momentary flash around a stupid evening lamp And here I sit musing under a starless sky an October night half chill, half desultory warm indifferent to my moods, as usual Where is what I seek the stupid tomb-raider and who is the seeker in this foolish medley where I am in everything whether I like it or not if I just ignore the tomb-raider in me? So leave me alone please truant stars, desecrated mummies past and portents in a desirable something that electrifies my nerves Sorry, whose nerves they are? There can't be any creepy nerves in a non-being that is me dreamlike, dripping an unknown sweet? Where has the tomb-raider gone?