Starry eyed with the shapeless man,
Folding and unfolding colorless
Traumas unseen in his vapid eyes.
The sorrow and the joy becoming words,
No more than love and grief,
But, to bend in soft graces,
Finding self in smaller, impersonal
Triumphs brings envy to light.
To feel without feeling,
Quickly as the mind can make it,
Is what fame this man this man is
Recognized by. Wanting collapses
As want is removed from deep
Behind the eyes, experience
Disappears close behind.
Take from him your shape, and life
Flits away unknowlingly.