Keep your present mind. Swarming in Sunless caves, only useless effort. Gadfly be humble yet. Keep silent, bitter no less, plaything of the winds. It is words no longer. A child, I am wronged. The raven has now gorged a lofty fear. The wise want love, the world wants to be betrayed. Some new bliss: the d**h of us, an overthrow, my poverty, confused to ill. I survived.