And I dreamed I was dying.
I dreamed my soul flew unexpectedly,
such that I forgot.
I could finally love, rather than detest, my enemies.
Forgot all the fear;
all that had held me back from intimacy.
Forgot all the pain,
inflicted by me by sudden hatred yet with regret later on,
inflicted on me by people whose indifference I would not see.
I dreamed my soul flew unexpectedly,
such that I forgot.
I could finally love, rather than detest, my enemies.
Forgot all the fear;
all that had held me back from intimacy.
Forgot all the pain,
inflicted by me by sudden hatred yet with regret later on,
inflicted on me by people whose indifference I would not see.
The full poem is at "On the Indifference of the Sun."
