As this path was never   meant to be trodden by man   These flowers have been   nurtured for none's eyes    These pebbles have never   been washed ashore These   inner organs have never   been exposed to light    Hyperion and Mimas orbit   for the pleasure of none The   marmot whistles for none's   ear The acrobat performs in   his invisible-suit and mind's   eye has never met anyone's   glance None has tore off the   moss to see what crawls   underneath Or lifted the veil   drained the pools   dissolved the bloodstains    None has unriddled my   Archaic smile Or turned the   russet key in my feeble lock   But someone might have   been scratched by the claws   and impaled on the spears   and pierced by the thorns   and the needles   and the stings