Merely Enigmatic
Merely Enigmatic
When I read that insanity
My heart stopped,
And I had no fill.
Fleck, fleck, fleck
Fleck and bones.
Ooze, ooze the wound.
The marrow corrupts,
And the headstrong winds
Blow me southward.
It makes no difference
Whether you like it or not--
My life is not for you
to flail on.
And the days,
The days are growing longer.
Yet I sleep not,
Only grumble in my wakefulness.
She said,
I thought you would reveal
Some dashing nakedness
Of your soul.
But no, you persist
In being merely enigmatic.
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