They dart with illusioned purpose,
I alone, am distant and far.
They speak on trivial affairs,
I alone, speak not of the obvious.
They delude intelligence,
I alone, can say no more.
What it is I feel,
Never could be construed.
I can offer no consolation
for those tied and unwilling.
This blind expansion of
unnamable multiverse
weighs heavy, might I say.
Oct 8, 2014
Oct 8, 2014 at 11:55 AM UTC
They dart with illusioned purpose,
I alone, am distant and far.
They speak on trivial affairs,
I alone, speak not of the obvious.
They delude intelligence,
I alone, can say no more.
What it is I feel,
Never could be construed.
I can offer no consolation
for those tied and unwilling.
This blind expansion of
unnamable multiverse
weighs heavy, might I say.
