Anguish sends its tendrils out,
involves the furniture,
ignores the weather and all
tendencies to wrap it up
in anything but what eventuates
the pain – it is a galvanizing
of the brain which focuses
to paint profuse effusions
of itself on anything it brushes
up against: it cultivates a deep
propensity for laser-vivid sight,
which lights and frames its
burning point into its only view:
no partner for it ever can be
found: no friend will do.
I wish it wasn’t drilling into you.
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