Sweep, Sack, Sail

Very this moment

I grasp the truth;

You'll have no bliss

Along my side.

For my pouts and choler

Vex you and fret you.

A no-humans’ human

Or a non-human human,

I'd better favour solitude

And keep my words unsaid.

I think I should make a dash

To a land long and far

Away from this suburban shore

Where we harbour our rustic dreams.

Before I shall start my sail,

I will sweep and then sack

All the memories of a life

And all the words of my mind.