How We Handle Hell

When feelings morph toward the abstract – enact a story into which

they might be put to simplify the mess of them, to take their vagaries

and put some flesh on them, transform “implied” into “exact” –

when what we call a poem or a painting or whatever other act

of making palpable what can’t be captured comes to be –

inconstancy can seem, for moments, constancy –

and all is well. This is how we handle hell.









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