Say what you will
I am deathly afraid
As I sway, uninvolved
In the fearsome display of mankind

Can I live
When I’m wholly consumed in myself?
As sorrow, rampages outside

Can I live
When I’m faithfully sullen?
In rippling disorder
As the voices ascend
And so gradually die

I am hardly alive
In each raft of new fears
I conjure by light
In the chorus of dawn