I do not think, I note (Je ne pense pas; je note) - LeRoy C. Breunig

"DEPARTURE

The horizon slopes away

The days are longer
Trip

A heart hops in a cage
A bird sings
It is going to die
Another door is going to open
At the end of the corridor
Where a star
Begins to shine
A dark-haired woman
The lantern of the departing train

("Departure")"

The lock in the heart that shatters
A thread of silk
A thread of lead
A thread of blood
After these waves of silence

The happiness of man is devoid of chlorophyll no doubt because its specific condition is to evolve in the darkest and dankest caves of the heart.