Monday, December 10, 2012

This bewildering nonsense of feeling

This bewildering nonsense of feeling
beyond syllabic verse, this intoxicated
artistry that's useless, this obstinance
and ignorance in the face of glory. This

love isn't moving and doesn't have a name
that I can recall. Whatever constitutes
the real seems so confused, I can't say
what I want or need. In the beginning, I

was this totality. What is it that renders
us so decadently? This bewildering love
is the invitation to death. This nonsense

announces a life of delusion, I cannot
explain the separation. This intoxicated
madness hasn't brought me closer to her.

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