Acts of Vexation

The only thing under the sun I can run to is Ecclesiastes for there is nothing gathered into one self that can be kept Want is humbled by death as every purpose manifests it Feeling this all my life a piercing fright gathers in the stomach's pit This is it and this is not the end of the road for even despair is a kind of goad to wisdom The beauty of the world over one's own anguish The day that I lost all feeling I was both a Fool and a Goddess