No, she said. I have no mind left to give.
No?, I say. I have no heart left to live.
With a smile and a grimace and the torture all in one
I swear to thee the truth to be and never am undone.
A whimper and a whisper and the tears begin to fall
All is everything that never was--and that is all.
A dream of life for fear of death and nightmares in between
A tearing silent murmur for the ever present stream
Of migraine sights and blinding lights
And heat to fill the broken rites
Fire sweet, unbroken ground,
Stolen hearts and written thoughts--
A bland and vapid sound.
Furor fervor love and lust
The least of these is man--
He loses all to every one and ends where he began.
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