/ http://www.slideshare.net/images/logo.gif / ºÝºÝߣShare feed for ºÝºÝߣshows by User: pcheladara https://public.slidesharecdn.com/v2/images/profile-picture.png Not thinking, not complaining, not fighting for, And have no sleep. Not longing to the sun, or to the moon, or to the shore, Or to the ship. Not feeling how it’s hot within these precincts, How it is green behind the door. So long desired and expected present Not waiting more. Not glad of morning, of tram’s clinking ring, Of creaking gate. I’m living without days, forgetting Time and date. I’m little rope-walker, balancing with stick Who seems to fall down soon. I’m shadow of the shadow. I am lunatic Of two dark moons.