I am not up to that. I’m tired.

I am not up to that. I’m tired. Don’t you know
On the inverted heavens’ surface
I was searching no dress, no palace, no crown.
I need nothing. Keep it to yourself.
No one has left, whose energy hardly pulses,
Whose face glows with the pallor’s light
Contrary to the rules
I am immersing in my own futility tonight.
I’m going home. I’m closing my eyes,
I will not see
They are rolling in silver
On the floor, couple by couple
One after another hide
In other’s loud laugh.
I’m living myself
There.
I need nothing. Keep it to yourself.