The cabinet is half-open
Perhaps not open to it's half,
Perhaps just somewhat opened;
Like a solid part
of what mostly seems insane

Opened enough for you to notice
I'm not here
Probably I'm in the goblet,
in which the souls of the dead creatures are

Goblet:
Created out of weakness
You'd said
Not in those words
But close enough my flaws

The defect of the soul;
Like it's sold to this stranger
The one - that one
Whom talking
She's singing - the voice is the hymn
of an insane

Fewer flaws
Wouldn't help me out
Now

The mind is set on pause mode
The cabinet is closed
Very closed; barely unspeakable
You'll see
The every secret thing
The remains

Wisdom - thoughts worth repeating
Outstanding knowledge
What you'd do in a case of this sort
Unfortunate occurrences
They'd show their faces
even to the most fortunate