Seeing out is seeing in,

giving to; receiving from,

old is young; rough is smooth,

on and on without relief

Mystery lights on empty worlds

knowledge speaks but with no sounds

fortune beckons but retreats

silence drips upon the heart

skin is torn from constant touch

loving fades with every glance

show me now when this will end!

I wonder whatever became of you,

although it’s not that i’m surprised, It’s not that

I didn’t try, it’s not that I’m frightened of you,

although, I said all goodbyes, and you had all

your cries.

– XB