Lammermoore.

but in the end i am alone
in my eyes
in the globe of my mind
the whole of worlds galaxies gods
they spin they spin
are but flecks in the bottle
trapped by sense
too small too small for full blank verse
even nevers are big enough

there is no other
despite my
their
best intentions to talk
the rest is silence the rest is silence!

i speak my thoughts
and in my ears they
become words
they disown me
(thats why we go mad
and people the blank)

(thats why he appears)

(thats why they appears)

(thats why i cut words from my side
though thoughts fall from them
and they are thin things)

(O the sides will hold)