No one will ever make necessity not happen.
Why does tragedy exist? Because you are full of rage. Why are you full of rage? Because you are full of grief.
What is the fear inside language? No accident of the body can make it stop burning.
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench.
You used to say. "Desire doubled is love and love doubled is madness." Madness doubled is marriage I added when the caustic was cool, not intending to produce a golden rule.
We're talking about the struggle to drag a thought over from the mush of the unconscious into some kind of grammar, syntax, human sense; every attempt means starting over with language. Starting over with accuracy.