There is a well
And imaginary well-
I am looking down there
But I cannot see the bottom,
For maybe it is a bottomless hole.
Maybe down there in that well
Is my soul.
Or was that swallowed
Long days ago by the timeless tide
Of the rocky coast I met years ago?
I stand here alone,
With no back bone.
For what now is there to fear
Of jumping down in there?
Maybe I'll find a sleep so deep
That will last forever-
There I will dance among dreams.
Nothing real
Nor surreal
There, nothing I will feel-
I am no longer real.
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