I’ve never been so disabled.
Disabled at the flying cuckoo.
Disabled at the dancing snowflakes.
Disabled at the bubbling throng.
I am disabled to feel in the ocean of time.
I hate to love, even more than hate.
I hate to wake up, even more than be sleepless.
However, it’s more refusal than hate.
Not a big deal to be a dead man, but an indefinite terminal to be a cold one.