To ignore you. How immeasurably sweet!
Ignorance! Profound. Eternal.
No complaint or complication
(which follows whenever two roads meet).
Ignorance surrounds me
like a library of shocking books
I don’t have time to read.
What good are insights in the abyss?
Or the pain of blindness when it looks?
Turn away from obligation and need.
I’m glad knowing the world is making efforts
and suffering from them. But happier than you
is a bliss I am not permitted. What good to seek
what can finally never be known?
Tonight I sleep. Every attempt I made was a groan.