Photo: Brian Federle 2017, Night Sky
Pain has an element of blank;
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
It cannot recollect
When it began, or if there were
A day when it was not.
It has no future but itself,
Its infinite realms contain
Its past, enlightened to perceive
New periods of pain.
Emily Dickinson
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When I last saw you
Your eyes danced with joy
and You filled my life
With hope.
But now you’ve gone
beyond my pale sight.
Oh, feel how
the knife twists in my gut!
Oh, weep with me my stinging tears!
Then come with me
as this darkness descends,
and together,
Let us dream.
Poor soul
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