The Insufficiency of Words (to Express What I Mean) (A Poem in Two Parts) I. Like A Child Again unsettled “what is this,” I bellowed. “The swollen soul so heaving!” I cannot escape this reasoning This circular conflict Of my desire pulses Like the very veins of mine Pulse with life. This is the lie I’ve called love, A swelling of the soul, “A swelling that must cease or die!” Ancient evil of mind, many minds of men undone, I ache and hate thee won. You are my omen, My ill-fate of an unfaithful conscience Insufficient for your work of making Me a man; Fellow fall and be gone, Ancient rebellion: My obnoxious right arm “Sever me!” It cries in mocking vanity. “scorn you, I do” say under my voice “but it’s so a