Ocean, she escapes me.
And God, he forsakes me.

Numbers, letters counting blocks--
With no breeze, my body slowly rocks--
With Self and Suchness, but no Love.

An animal, she breaks me down--
With no heart amid her thorny crown.
I just wanted joy and to be heard,
But the court has spoken and been adjourned.

I lusted for smiles,
And a heart untiring.
Yet my pack only held so much,
And I had no way of making room for such.

To hide is to never tell
Of the magician who taught me the spell.
But I will say this
To the soul without bliss --
You can take away the maildrop,
But I can still seal the envelopes.