|I've no more feelings for thee, |
empty is the cup from which I drank,
free is the buck that hath flee,
forever emersed is the ship that sank.
Unseeing is the gazing eye,
dull is the obscured bright,
no hidden marvels can I aspy,
crooked are braches of tree upright.
Blue becomes mud at end of tide,
people bealieve what they hear & not see,
you can feel sad e'en at yuletide,
invisibles are boarders of country.
Important's moved aside in time bide,
silent are words once fervently spake,
stationary now is ride as I abide,
what's been lost without cause or sake.
The eyes are closed below uplifted brow,
tired of trying am I,
no more living, merely surviving in eternal now,
not bothering any more knot to tie.