| As this path was never meant to be trodden by man | |
| These flowers have been nurtured for none's eyes | |
| These pebbles have never been washed ashore | |
| These inner organs have never been exposed to light | |
| Hyperion and | |
| Mimas orbit for the pleasure of none | |
| The marmot whistles for none's ear | |
| The acrobat performs in his invisible-suit and mind's eye has never met anyone's glance | |
| None has tore off the moss to see what crawls underneath | |
| Or lifted the veil drained the pools dissolved the bloodstains | |
| None has unriddled my | |
| Archaic smile | |
| Or turned the russet key in my feeble lock | |
| But someone might have been scratched by the claws and impaled on the spears and pierced by the thorns and the needles and the stings |