Cathartic eruptions in the bored insomniac
Bringing forth repetitions of hospitality
The desperation strangles any attempt
To be amongst those who wait around
To do that which they were present for
Be vague, say the myths and songs,
Give no advice other than sufference or love,
Test either to be undone by both,
Prepare for all that fall until forswarn
Under either aether - one will suffer love
Or love will make one suffer.
The trick, dear friends is to make both whole;
To love the suffering as a thing to make
Another's suffering into love...
For none can read this without proof
That such a thing is value.
Whoever trusts the baker before the bread
Is a pariah awaiting his meal.