Very briefly, I found this in a book late last night.
The Fist
The fist clenched around my heart
loosens a little, and I gasp
brightness; but it tightens
again. When have I ever not loved
the pain of love? But this has moved
past love to mania. This has the strong
clench of the madman, this is
gripping the ledge of unreason, before
plunging howling into the abyss.
Hold hard then, heart. This way at least you live.
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I almost want to salute the poet for that. I can read it over and over again and each time i think it becomes more gorgeous.
And more true.
