A moment of truth
Is followed by rain.
I cannot break through,
I won't try again.
The old devil's pike
Of meeting defeat
Is not what I like -
Is it what I need?
My grief on the shelf,
My soldiers asleep,
This hold-on to Self
Is making me weep.
I will not pretend -
Too old for the game -
Invisible end
Will do just the same.