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This poem was written from that moment when everything has gone irrevocably wrong. What remains when everything has been given, and given in vain - if not this excess of spirit we may indeed call 'love'. Beyond desire, beyond happiness, beyond ourselves.


Da_vinci_drawingby Grace Andreacchi14 Feb 2014

Deep in the forest a fire is burning
That fire consumes everything it touches:
love and hate
gain and loss
truth and lies
honour and shame

In that fire all things are made
pure and simple

If I might be with God in heaven
or in the torment of hell with you
I would choose hell