This act was not of my desire.
Time had come to douse my mental fire.
You were the object of my mind,
But only my repression caused bind,
To the point where soul, heart and ***** tire

I stood on a branch and tapped the tree.
The response was vibrations that come from me.
I tried and tried again,
And only abated for the fall of the rain;
Maybe, tomorrow, it would work simply

Squirrels and chimps achieved a response;
They drew ample sap, I couldn’t get an ounce.
My knuckles turned to blood,
And my mind turned to mud.
Slowly, I became aware of my redundance

Fall off the tree into a pile of leaves!
Your punishment is there upon your sleeves!
Light cannot escape,
Your compassion is only when you *******.
Your essence filtered through indifferent sieves.

The time of infatuation and love has ended.
Rules of social etiquette should be suspended.
It is not about a thousand years.
Nor a thousand tears.
All I want is for it all to be comprehended.