You claim you're dry
Though yet it rains,
You think it's love
Though you are maimed.
The laws of nature
You disdain,
You think you rise;
Instead you wane.
All your pondering's
In vain,
Your think their loss
Must be your gain.
You think your suffering's
A bane;
Your wilding heart
Will never tame.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012