Shout out may the man

Shout out may the man
of the deadliest ballast of feeling
that high in his heart's space will hurt him
within his dark flowering chest.

He may call the unknown to reach him.
How will he remain so unchanged
high in his mountainous feeling?

There pours the night its sweet coolness
into his outstretched arms' valleys,
There shuffles the wind in its uproar
the leaves of his body, there shine
all his waters , yet silent
may be the man, he who is stuck in his terror
he who is lost without paths
in the mountains, unsheltered, abandoned,
weighed down in the heartbreak of feeling.