How do you watch the wind intoxicate leaves?
How do you learn the rowdy scene of a million bees?
How do you tell the patches in a dying sky?
How do you smell the tints of flowers stretching high?
How do you grope in this darkly lit world
Searching for shoulders and pillars to hold?
You only learn smiles tossed and foiled,
Become pungent tears of horrors untold.
So, I rip my heart, I give you the world, Into its vastness, your misery fold;
I give you the sea- your sorrows drown;
I gift you the sky- your anguish flown.
It’s your infirmity that should be mourned,
Not this broken body beheld and scorned.