Dismal grin onto still born lust   like a whisper in a thousand other's rut   slow and underestimated, dismissed touch    the ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one's blood.      I miss this seditious revelation of your suns   the fierce intimation, the abandonment for once   But silence girds what regret should smother   for in the end there lies no end in my hands or any other's.      I wish I felt torment    for knowing casts a shade on suns   expired for all moments   a comfort that itself outdoes      Whatever Nothing I feel with no utterance it reigns,   whatever torment prevails, expires me.      Dismal grin to still-born lust like a whisper in a thousand other's rut   slow and underestimated, dismissed touch    the ferocious disgust pilfers the frail one's blood.      I wish I felt torment    for knowing casts a shade on suns   expired for all moments   a comfort that itself outdoes