To do it just a bit illogically
would hit the truer mark, it seems to me.
To think only with sensibility
thinks only of what it can fully see.
But so much lives beyond, within, aside
from visibility. What can be tried
by facts is good, and worth being applied,
but will allow some unseen things to hide.
One loathes not that their life is drab, but that
they cannot tell what they need otherwise.
One doesn’t need what will absolve regret,
but cause to match their guilt in equal size.
Whatever draws the eye is only part:
much truer is what’s in a factless heart.