To burn always this hard,
to maintain this ecstasy:
Neither livin' nor dead
Knowin' nothin'
Lookin' into the heart of light
Hearin' the silence
Then, found at last
That which had been searched for
For timeless years
A touch and a feelin'
To know what it is
To burn so hard
To maintain an ecstasy
To never be without
But in that beginnin'
Was an inevitable end
The openin' of a wound
The return of silence
My heart chafes against the want of you
The unavailin' outcries
The old bitterness
The emptiness
To burn this hard;
there is no ecstasy
just this nightmare,
just this nest of flames
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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