While sun is falling the deep indifference … out of tears, tearing nonetheless.
Souls desensitized: some perfectly normal.
Love would ask. And Love would answer.
Most remain awakened, some go back to resting.
We took knowledge too seriously.
In meeting her; in hearing sadness; in diamonds being auctioned: she gripped her noose.
I leave time to itself.
We talk about insanity; true breakage has a time bouncing back.
Even then, an aberrant outlook, deep insight, sorrow feeling incredible.
It was abstract; I accepted that.
It was underdeveloped and I was unaware.
Like a stowaway on a ship—jettisoned to a whale,
indeed, faith or nothing, intellect and anguish.
A small type of smiling, a dear understanding of Wisdom, if immortalized, what hath the seas spoken?
Oh’ Solomon, what to fathom? Did it pass without notice?
Was it terribly painful?
