Better that I be featureless
For there is nothing in my eyes
To recommend awareness
And nothing in my smile
To suggest the advent of laughter
What star perished in my formation?
That I should remain so unevolved?
What an untenable tongue
That speaks every word
Regardless of meaning
As if it were offensive
That delivers love and blame
With identical intonation
As if a harpy or a mannequin.
Unless to break entirely
There is none who could
Amend my position
Perhaps I will never be understood
Only unjustly translated and perhaps
The burdens accrued shall be as theater
Not necessarily illustrating my intentions
Better a wooden leg than a false heart
I am off now!