When I be free, I suppose, I'm to die -
To mill a emotion so well
That nature opens and overcomes me -
Not even I know myself - to surmise,
Or begin contracting -
For everything it does - does not - even for itself.
Fair,
White -
Radiance -
His face -
it is--
Every youth wishes to die -
Bogs for divinity - just in case--
I grow older -
My relation with science,
remains.
