HenryMaudsley, 19th-century English psychiatrist” <> make no mistake, the essaence of Sorrow is everywhere:
within the blood streaming, in each celled nucleus it etched, microscopic, to the tear ducts directly connected, a microbiome insertion everything
so when love torn, deserted, merely mentally homeless, no direction selected, the weeping originates in every limb and *****, though no pain sensation need be present or available to be nominated or accounted, the tears can’t be closed off,
the torrential hurricane unceasing, and through it comes with a wisp of a smile attached, for the flooding in a mirror now gleaming reflected and at longingly last, a true portrait saved, for a sorrow vented is a sorrow freed and a profile completed