I yield myself
I yield myself to rest,
No prayers rise in my chest,
All clods the same
With variety, a name,
The ones have gone behind me,
The others awaiting for me,
The worst equals the best.
I spread my time
To multiply in my scene’s crime,
I can hide deep inside them
To ease my sympathy in them,
Declined in my chair,
I thought I loved my chair,
Then hated, when advanced the time,
I know both of us worth a dime.
Unconscious in my room enveloped
With dispersed knowledge I dropped
Among all beneath my feet,
Only silence and heart whisper and beat,
In my dust, neglected and scattered,
Wisdom, ugliness and beauty,
And characters of naivety in one unity.