The emotions
Passion and malice
Are those only that don’t compromise.
They have no weight
No possible fulfillment
Or complete vacancy
Therefore by no comparison have a contrast.
Vessels that never lack ignition
Constant fuel inflamed never dehydrating,
They are eternal inflictions upon the steady flowing consciousness
Never resting,
Always charged and ready to act
Passion or malice
A flame of consummation equal in ebb and flow to the tide of its opposite receiving.
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