His gaze with the passing of bars
grown tired, holding only emptiness.
It is to him as though there be a thousand bars
and behind those thousand bars, no world.
The soft gait of gentle yet powerful strides,
that turn in ever smaller circles,
is as a power dance around a center
in which a great will stands benumbed.
Rarely does the pupils' heavy curtain lift --.
Silently allowing an image to enter,
pentrating this void carried by wearied limbs --
quickly it is lost within his heart.
Rainer Maria Rilke (1907)
