Merely Enigmatic

Merely Enigmatic When I read that insanity My heart stopped, And I had no fill. Fleck, fleck, fleck Fleck and bones. Ooze, ooze the wound. The marrow corrupts, And the headstrong winds Blow me southward. It makes no difference Whether you like it or not-- My life is not for you to flail on. And the days, The days are growing longer. Yet I sleep not, Only grumble in my wakefulness. She said, I thought you would reveal Some dashing nakedness Of your soul. But no, you persist In being merely enigmatic.