Unknown

unimaginable matter;

a thing of a nothing and else 

like it, where the eye is the only witness

and in ears to hear, of its only song.

when a place is a dwelling equivalent

from nothing, that ever has ever been;

a thing; an illumination of itself 

a thing; on its only between

a vast; from a vast composition

and within is a charming most 

has has ever been;

surpassed or overpassed 

from outside within insulations...

and there's is this wondrous wonder

a beauty of an earthling nature

a fragile sea of a flowery wave

and is all in beauty of its only time-

spacious growth from a dress of seasons

sprouting, when down from a decaying foot.

and here is this chosen eye 

to be nothing, on its eye in time

abled in view of this only beauty.

I'm terrified and quiet

Restless soul and valley deep

I would love to run through endless fields

If my body didn't ask for sleep

I feel tormented and forgotten

Overruled and diminished somehow

Wouldn't pledge or kneel for this life

I wouldn't take a bow

If I'd could hang, slit or swallow painless

I'd probably give it a try

I haven't felt such an unexplainable pain for so long, and I'm not willing to find out why