for what is a well if not a falling-in?
for certainly i would fall if it means you

and for what is a hill if not a climbing-up?
a steep, our rite and gauntlet

and for what does jealousy cast if not a shadow?
now&
what of a ghost?

and silent the slow night.

the night but what for the bloodless ghost,
wan and ripe with death??

(the drawn dagger;
the heart for the cutting
and for the bleeding)

Of what do we die if not of love
or if not death then impregnable sleep -

is it that we have but to rot
in the basements of an ocean?

or is it our time a candle diminished?
A Flame Eclipsed, and for a heart a torment the greater

as it is, upon the precipice of Here we stand
alive(?)

and i am but nothing but i have the words that
my anger:

it was not for you
it was for that i would only have left of you a letter

when you are gone