the truth

my feelings float

within my inner pit, 

within the stone sides, 

above the sandy bottom. 

I observe the feelings

through a one-way glass

they move like clouds

in an upright oval.

powerful. dull. 

alive. dead.

I assess them.

I decide and report on

whether I feel something or not.  

Then the heavens open.

 info 

about a person 

I used to care about
drops down into the pit.

The scientist watches for feelings. 

Nothing occurs:

I don't have a feeling. 

My eyebrows raise. 

Surprising. 

I'm surprised you feel that way,

I tell myself. 

Well, I just don't, 

I reply. 

Interesting.