The Absurdity of the Demise of a Feeling Unknown

For what sensible purpose does it hold
or of what kind of fate it is,
when its occurrence and its cessation are made without its purpose fulfilled?
Is that its very purpose?
To exist—only to cease?
There’s no essence of any conceivable sort!
To have fallen without you hearing the sound of its fall?
The purpose is for you to know: that you have swept me off my feet!

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