A lake of tears lies beneath many with perfect
transparence,
so they face a shorter sentence-for visible symptoms
makes
for simpler repairs-leaving one wondering
at
the lack of animation in my condition,
no
vestiges are there in it's undetectable track,
a
pool deeper and unyielding that
is
gaining height
but
no undulating ripples that betray
the
true aspect.


There is too much misery in this place,
and
so the layman could not survey this without
the
piercing gaze of a most penetrating eye;
remembrances
concealed and unfit to agitate or
attempt
to heal by and by.

Well inward lies the infection,
so
overwhelming crowds do not belong in
on
my confession.