AND THIS IS THE PUNISHMENT
I get – too lone for some
but not too far, for in
my mind’s eye, I see you
in the fenced up region
of memory. I know you
but don’t care if you come or go
for it is wheeled to the like-not
of your behaviour thus far in this
life of yourn. For you
believe it is better to be lonesome
than envigoured by light. Some
know it and others don’t.
You gain nothing from each other’s
glory of Life. Nothing comes,
for it is about to fall. May you
be oathsome, for it is about failure
to you, and you do it calmly without
fear as there are no eyes to see but mine.
I die, you succeed.
