Xeno-Feeling


What is this feeling?
Is it anger?
No, it doesn't linger.
It doesn't strive to kill.
No so vile a fill.
What is this feeling?
Is it greed?
No, it doesn't feel need.
Though I wish to see
What other cannot believe.
What is this feeling?
Is it lust?
No, that is not the must.
I avoid the indecent carrion
And walk and carry on.

What is this feeling?
Is it hate?
No, there is no bait.
I sense no nemesis
Or a growing cyst.

What is this feeling?
Is it envy?
No, I don't feel the ivy.
All seems equal and true.
Even the colors black and blue.

What is this feeling?
Is it youthful plea?
Maybe that just might be.

What is this feeling?
My furnace feels so warm.
My mind, for once, doesn't mourn.

It's a feeling so indifferent.
A Martian among men.
Angel among human

It's one that only veers
When your name appears
Meine Liebe
Faun for sheep.

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