I trow nothing

Even in the midst of the knowledge's steam
I can not a whit wit whence comest thou,
I can not a whit wit whither thou goest,
she hath all I wanted...
but I wist, wit, and will wit nothing...

Wait, I shalt wake up...
tho it was not a whit just a pudh dream,
thought I had seen thee hither,
and thou were hither with me,
thee were hither like a fullsome fere...
I thought onoupan us there was only sky,
not that blue, not that white...

Dost thy smell linger?
durst is what I wish,
overmany thoughts are in my head
I do not a with wit whence they come from,
All I wit is that ...
...henceforth I trow nothing...

Here I am again..

Here I am again in front of the mirror,
watching my face in front of the mirror,
smelling my odor in front of the mirror,
hearing my own breathing in front of the mirror,
and trying to touch my soul in front of the mirror...

second by second I watched myself,
minute by minute I smelt myself,
hour by hour I heard myself,
day by day I stood up in front of...


but never got to touch my soul,
never got to watch my own reflection,
never got to hear my own breathing,
never got to touch my own soul..in front of the mirror...