Used to cry once,

beyond the trance of feelings

unassumed -

used to feel bad.

I don't know what I feel now

and I don't darken the room anymore.

Smokes don't fly like

birds of vesicles, and I 

laugh at what 

I don't know.

My face wrinkles less now,

and I'm not ageing anymore.

Eyes are dreaded

by hallows of immortality.

I ponder what I feel, if any.