I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world, to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

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7 July 2012

Pain

Pain gives you
clarity — this is
what matters, the
only thing. This
is what it all comes
down to at last.

All those
noble thoughts,
true friendships, love,
art and nature, all
those causes, things
you voted for....

This abject animal,
your body, knows
all that is nothing.
All you want
shrinks. Just to
be free, at the end.
By -

2 comments:

  1. Brian Miller7 July 2012 at 05:22

    dang...hard read....at least pain reminds you that you are alive one more day....guess that could be good or bad...

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  2. Rosemary Nissen-Wade11 July 2012 at 12:07

    Luckily it wasn't lasting!

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