Now that which causes me In my serenest solitude The stir that brushes past But nothing - and excavates Only that, what may deem An infiltration of a gentler And unexpectedly ecstatic nature! But now, I char down with life - "No! Destruction is annihilated!" So I bend low down, not in un-egotism But in a claim of, what sees not My eyes - Of what knows less My mind - But of what takes over My heart - But what a claim? But what - claim?
