May has always been fraught with false promise
    dreams of love
        fire, hope
        endings
Conceived in the cradle of springs
Grown gravid then stillborn come cold winter
        And STILL I wish.

But I have been stricken too many times
    with this abominable endless madness
The infinite crossing, entangled paths
    of a million pinpoints of light
        careening throughout the cosmos
    wracking my mind
To unwind one thread means to
    unravel the entire thing
and there are not enough millenia
    for one man to attempt such a task

    I do not want to hope
But to deny hope is to deny life.