fathomless deeps

"Rise O days, from your fathomless deeps, till you loftier fiercer sweep
long for my soul, hungering gymnastic, I devour'd what the earth gave me;
Long I roamed the woods of the north.."
-Walt Whitman

An one moment of deepy enamoured thought,  
I contest the weight of my soul; 
The clamoring bellows in my heart. 
I shared it with you. 
Actually, you knew it before I spoke. 
But why, why;
was there a loss of words on your part?

A heartwrenching virtue of yours is you don't know.
You just don't know;
my indications of longing
from ones filled with woe.

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