I never think or argue, or whine to any one

I never think or argue, or whine to any one.
I do not sleep.
I strive for neither sea, nor moon, nor sun,
Nor for the ship.

I don’t perceive the warmth indoors or
Greenery of grass.
I don’t await the gift I wished for
To come at last.

Neither the morning nor the streetcar’s call
Delights me as of late.
I live, oblivious of time, and don’t recall
The century and date.

A little dancer on a slashed rope that’ll collapse,
I fear, too soon,
I am a shadow’s shade, a lunatic, perhaps,
Of two dark moons.