Experience
Those cold men wait for the breath.
Yet
in their hearts they find disinterest
In life , and all their waiting is in vain.
For they will never know the inner soul.
If they were allowed to see, the revelation
Would be too much and they would crumple.
They would die and feel nothing of that sinister
Loneliness that I feel and have to shake off.
How
lucky they seem to me, sometimes, to be
Able to pause without experience of this mystical
Sense. I will never run from it for I know
That it is essentially true, my own and majestic.