DEAR pain! March what i am extended!
Pages of eager love,the poet: I AM so
deadeningly that every-
where whose soul is what we write
about: within hurt and tears — i
forgive me; forgive words i wrote — to
be no thing!THAT i am that which is the
greatest shadow of what i could
be: within such
THERE, this, loved by me! I love you!
:: 09-13-2015 ::