A few titles
A few songs
A few artists
Combine
for compound fractures
of my consciousness
For, lo, the ulcer just by nourishing
Grows to more life with deep inveteracy,
And day by day the fury swells aflame,
And the woe waxes heavier day by day—
Unless thou dost destroy even by new blows
The former wounds of love, and curest them
While yet they're fresh, by wandering freely round
After the freely-wandering Venus, or
Canst lead elsewhere the tumults of thy mind.
Yes, a swollen skin
fragmented bone
I walk
and flee her capture.
Sep 15, 2012
Sep 15, 2012 at 6:13 PM UTC
A few titles
A few songs
A few artists
Combine
for compound fractures
of my consciousness
For, lo, the ulcer just by nourishing
Grows to more life with deep inveteracy,
And day by day the fury swells aflame,
And the woe waxes heavier day by day—
Unless thou dost destroy even by new blows
The former wounds of love, and curest them
While yet they're fresh, by wandering freely round
After the freely-wandering Venus, or
Canst lead elsewhere the tumults of thy mind.
Yes, a swollen skin
fragmented bone
I walk
and flee her capture.
MMXII
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