Hands will half cross shadows
  only passing under.
   Through the arch
     of undecided plights & paths
   -And land still owns the roots of objects
  cast. Into the light, into the absent.
     Of the bright not only eyes can see.. that.
                  size is of the Brain.
             it's sad that has no senses
        taste the tears, the waning salts-
        my doll, you've cried!
              how cute. it's different from the mind.
             just hold your tongue and know you've tried.
           You've tried your best
                      (I guess)