Boredom

Boredom from all that The boredom grew out between my hands My fish are thirsty and I haven't enough water To guide them to the ocean Ah, how much I hate: The half-solutions, The sadness of seas And rivers of the imagination! Last night I sunk into waves Hidden in my chest I rose in the courtyard of my soul Until I hurled a Capella star into my well And when it surged I was swept away What was hidden from the harvest I said it didn't matter So the fire rose above my tomb And armies went berserk with grief Collecting the honeydew And the dew that spilled from beloved tears I never had need of all of this All I need is a splash of sentiment The warmth of Dawn's cheeks When nostalgia squandered my heart.