I became the faithful stir
On a motionless day
Always eager, and bursting
With needs

The silence
Abhorred my breath
Every dead-end direction
I had hastily tread

The desires were many
Bustling and twirling beneath
Unknown, by their sorrowful host

In the aft of the mind
They were boastful and clear
A disquieted pulse
Left withering in the hush