Tuesday, February 19, 2019

The Lord of Suffering

Thanks to pain, my thoughts are not
Intelligible.
I know it bores you,

The repeated epithet,
But the formula is not,
In my skull, a mnemonic.

I don’t need to remember.
I can never be so bored.
Every echo’s breathtaking.

Every echo hurts
The thoughts that shout out this verse.
Every pain is new

And novel, renewed in me,
Each new ache discovery.

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