Rub some salt of hope
On my wounds, so that
I may sing.
Shriller. And shriller still.
Bind me in darkness
Delirious, so that
I may dance.
Madder. And madder still.
Drown me in solitude
Delicious, so that
I may float.
Lighter. And lighter still.
Impale my imperviousness
Immense (and noxious), so that
I may heal.
Quicker. And quicker still.
Stifle my meagre mind
With wishlessness, so that
I may breathe.
Easier. And easier still.
Easier. And easier still.
Underline my eyes
With kohl of oblivion, so that
I may see.
Clearer. And clearer still.
Push me from the nadir
Of my vanity, so that
I may fall.
Deeper. And deeper still.
Stoke my soul with passion, and
Fill my body with love, so that
Fill my body with love, so that
I may fly.
Higher. And higher still.
And then shatter into pieces
My heart, so that
I may grow benevolent.
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