"I feel too much"

I feel too much

And know too little

The blaze in me burns so wildly

And so widely

How far-stretched I am, across the

Zero-temperature void

Dialoguing with moribund stars

Who tell me their secrets in their last moments

Madness, I think, is sickness of the heart

Metastasizing to the mind, already so frail

The world, it seems, is made of parts

Assembled so incomprehensibly

Or perhaps that's just the way it reflects in me

Reflects in the mirror-pool of my inner-scape

I feel too much and know too little

And I continue, all ablaze and all in disarray

M.M.