That I were
Invisible and mute,
My apparent non-existence
Would be far more complete.
Thoughts and dreams
And feelings,
Now hidden in my heart,
Never could I dare to force
Reluctant ears to greet.
My state
Would then be clear,
And so, my torment less—
A mere living apparition,
Perhaps not meant to be.
Confirmed
By absence of response.
Condemned to the extant silence.
One to approach, but never touch—
To surmise, but never see.
Joseph Weilenbeck 2001
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