Life is a quest for feeling
But what sensation has the middle of the middle
The Middle of the Middle
With no Great Gift
Nor any curse
With no plight or curse or mission
Only every reason to be ever happy
What then
What feeling
But a straightline of
Obliged contentment
Which should, aright, be sweetest
Bliss
But what if sign
Of Surest failure
Of Heart
Of Body Mind and Soul
Where one acts not enough
To achieve the pain of
Important matters
Torn away
And Truly failed
With nobility.