this brain of mine

damaged

part of it dead

with mourning unrecorded

with leg marching à la flag:

a clown, weeping-crying.

all outer sorrow melodramatic,

needless,

higher, older intelligences are at game

or is it war?

or has it a completely other word?

another brain-sign, unknownable lingo?

another very airy habitant of my body

– friend or foe?

seems to speak a language completely unfamilliar to the brain

and very elusive to me 

it is my daily-forgotten soul

with its unbearable inexpressivness.