”in tears, may make other organs weep”
HenryMaudsley, 19th-century English psychiatrist”
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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
