There are ways to know.
When the finger touches the skin
Or, when in soft sinking snow
You dig deep to find the ground.
Who knows what's better:
The subcutaneous sin
Drawing the fingers to a flickering glow?
Or, the patient furrowing on ground?
Or, the shaken epiphany of a yawning sound?
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Grant me chastity and continence, but not yet (da mihi castitatem et continentiam, sed noli modo) (Conf., VIII. vii (17)) Augustine of Hippo
4 comments:
hmm, profound stuff.
Easier to not know but once you know you'd rather continue to know than not know...
This profile pic makes me miss you :(
Hey great poem!
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