PUNCTURE WOUND

I am curious, overzealous and eager to fiddle with the innocent head, silabbing the delicate fibers of Ivy which have bent over me gracefully, and my clumsy hand of Oak finds small cracks and scours in the bulbs of the weary Lily head. And while I whisper words of love, what a wretched buffoon has been caught in the act! Who, by the grace of Fates, has guided me, that I have honored in my whole life, yet my tongue has silently clung to my expanding words, that whatever 

I could have confessed to him! - So I dreamed of it patiently, with increased slowness. And when, before my eyes, two bombastic lips snapped and the immortal kiss poem exploded, I may have died a little myself! Who at one time, with unbroken faith, that I had acted wisely, that I had smoothed out the burdensome pains of my past from my mind �" now I had only perverted, and I could only stand betrayed: I myself was most afraid of irrevocable wound!

The tiny, tactile molecules and particles of the universe were scattered in space, and the consciousness of Infinity became a perpetual part of nothing! The apostate law of togetherness has already been dictated by others: perhaps by stronger heart powers. It seemed to me as if I were floating in a vacuum among the shells of disembodied and soulless matter, 

as if there were no longer any heaven on Earth, a system of adhering flesh, and every little cell of rampant blood circulation! Then I myself burst into small pieces, and in the place of my heart I have since gaped a hole! - The highest command had to be obeyed, and now there is a murdering silence! I was finally adopted, adopted!