He sat down and wrote
Complaining of his exclusion
And the life of extreme seclusion.
You must be surprised if you suffer
A danger that I cannot name.
I am the chief of terrors so unmanning.
Lighten this destiny.
Respect my silence.
The Dark Influence smiled
With the promise of peace of mind.
His life, so great.
A change of words must lie
For some deeper ground

I smile
    
         But I am     sad.

Your hands
Wave
                            Over
       Me
  Still
         The threshold
       To
            Guilt
                              Presents
                     The years
Overdo
In some less-than-conscious
                   Battle
And
             The         lines
Reassure
                    Great
Trouble
     To Combat
              Global
                                Impulse