BLOOMINGS & UNDERCURRENTS

We do not hear the sounds within,
only the noise without.

Although those sounds
like Music lingering throughout the night
Mind can't ignore
(no ears are there within
to shut as if to noise)
so Man resigns himself to bear
the musics of Despair.

But it's so soft,
gentle & sweet down to a fault:

All's undercurrent in this stream
from first to the last repeat (all, all
that rarely exults up to the level of
our wide, bitter Sea
but, rather: drowning,
come to bloom, softly, in forms
other than audibly) :

Staggered--The word upon a Tomb.