Suddenly, tonight,
I detached;
limb by limb.
Suddenly, the constant
(misguided) revelation
was louder—the loudest.
Suddenly, the argument
for release was
so pungently imperfect
and so dejected
and dire that I understood.
And suddenly, it was
all over, and I did not
understand a thing, again,
how could anything be wrong.
Mar 22, 2011
Mar 22, 2011 at 1:46 PM UTC
Suddenly, tonight,
I detached;
limb by limb.
Suddenly, the constant
(misguided) revelation
was louder—the loudest.
Suddenly, the argument
for release was
so pungently imperfect
and so dejected
and dire that I understood.
And suddenly, it was
all over, and I did not
understand a thing, again,
how could anything be wrong.
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