The wilderness of the human heart
— ”At the heart of all great art is an essential melancholy.” Lorca
The simple vision of a child
makes us see that time is borrowed
that what we perceive
is less than half intended;
wild obscurity blocks our view,
until the curtain’s rent in two
and too many seconds become too few.
makes us see that time is borrowed
that what we perceive
is less than half intended;
wild obscurity blocks our view,
until the curtain’s rent in two
and too many seconds become too few.
Persecution sets the heart on fire
memories coagulate like blood,
simmer in the brain
pass through the arteries of the heart
where love will tear us apart.
memories coagulate like blood,
simmer in the brain
pass through the arteries of the heart
where love will tear us apart.
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