And so I left the resting place --
searching for a quiet space - but - up -
up - up!!! Beyond reach ::

But my soul -- existence; bliss - pain ::
THE SAME

And so I cried for innocence
as I once cried for experience.
awash in waves of melancholy, drowning
in a sea of malaise
sputtering, spitting tepidness -- lips that
should kiss heaven are raped by liquid shit.
leaving that closed circle:
the search.