Bring me no thoughts
Next breathe mine
Sorry martyred moths
To the flame withine
I want no seers sayings
No more fast philosophy
Considered results of labourous weighings
Choicest theories till they atrophy
What use to me the elephants tail or eyelash
I search blind-folded with senseless fingers
I need my eye to see the flash
Silences so I can hear the singers
So be still mind
Think no more
Clear truth of murky sense so I find
The whys and whyfores in my core