"It is impossible to achieve the aim without suffering."

By sarah 30 Jan 2002

I don’t think many read my blog. I am more happy iwth this poem than anything else I’ve written in the past year. It was a total epiphany that fell off my fingers while listening to robert fripp and david sylvian play ‘exposure. It still makes me smile.

Blue broken veins of my lover's ore  become nuggets of memory on my finger
and at my throat. They still beat
as they reflect the light in constellations
of past pleasures perfect. And recollection's
slow reconstructing of every failure and angry word
into moments of crystalline joy 
breaks my heart into shards of regret.

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