How would you describe sadness?

Sadness could be the break

I take as

the unknown

smiles at me:

averting my gaze

because

it unsettles

because

of the things I know

there's myself, too well:

and at the centre of this knowledge

and because of the central plane it assumes

there's this, well known:

cheek-raising plans no territory.

A smile is a simple lie

not only stares sides of an unknown

but at the sight of it

If it could meet itself - all sites of itself met - would flat out altogether

because to know is to know that the smile does not exist:

at least not more than its inexistence, anyway

no smiling matter

there is

not more to smile about

than less;

or even less again, when it finally finds the ground to cite me alone

its U-shape just as soon bent straight

and if thus floored still tries to lift off, flower up

i will have to distrust its capacity for any East to West at all.

Sadness

comes as much

from what is

as from not

so much that does exist

cuts against existence per se

sadness because I do not know what I want

because there is not enough world for all of my want

my want

scores this world

too small

and me

even

smaller within it

a smile looks happy with that

because it does not know

or because it does not want more

does not know more

and would not want that

it invites me

under those terms

every time

across its own senselessness

wants to tell me this is enough...

now,

how

would I

ever

give in

to that much distance?

Sadness then

could be

the break taken

trying to see through things,

and madness

the only way back

when it leads to nothing, anyway.