But what if I just fall?

I'm floatin' with the birds/ I'm talking with the weeds/

look what you've done to me

I think the knowledge has come to me at last —

only at the very last.

The silence must have found me out early, and

has taken on me a terrible vengeance for the fantastic invasion.

It has whispered to me things about myself which I did not know,

things of which I have no conception..

I must take counsel with this great solitude — 

the whisper has proved irresistibly fascinating..

The silence has found me out early... and I'm okay with it...

are you okay with it?