“I am rather intimidated by your genius! ”
I sometimes want to hit the walls,
Head on, and some refrain –still
Stops me doing that. I,
On the altar of time, am
Nailed. Intimidated, broken down
Gathering myself from the pieces
I find on myself, ‘a hundred times
You break in my arms.’
The beginning, like something
That preceded, I opened my eyes
In the middle of a tragic story.
The end shall be natural to it,
As natural as it had been for ages.
Go! Get the cup, drink to heart’s delight:
I read my palm, the line of life
Like love’s hair, entangled, lock’ed.
Not a fairy’s tale, neither a song. Neither
The love blossomed, nor the lyre tuned.
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