'I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity'
E. A. Poe
I have sung to you
So many times now,
My body knocks against the sky.
But only the moon remembers
The passionate seizures of beauty.
I said I have sung to you
With the blood and guts of destiny,
Bringing difference into a world resenting difference.
But only the moon remembers
I have never once talked with God;
Maybe I have been a fool,
Thinking to split a rock beyond a few easy words:
Then be surprised it shattered.
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