You Are Sad Because They Abandon You

You Do Not See The River Of Mourning Because It Lacks One Tear Of Your Own.

All The Suns Labor To Kindle Your Flame And A Microbe Puts It Out.

Sometimes At Night I Light A Lamp So As Not To See.

Human Suffering, While It Is Asleep, Is Shapeless. If It Is Wakened It Takes The Form Of The Waker.

Everything Is A Little Bit Of Darkness, Even The Light.