Discordant

How is it (that you
in the calm solitude)
the hand of a rising tide of thoughts
excites you with savage
and succulent delights-

How comes restlessness
[you] that can
skirt past
fires of fancy
and indulgent red flames
of an inner feast-

I remember you
and all those stony feelings
the depths of envy
(astonished) how you
come to me -nevertheless
dark and deep-

Fireworks of the heart
never tempered
I have seen you spoil’t
at last-