The only unbearable thing is that nothing is unbearable.

It began as research. I wrote of silences, of nights, I scribbled the indescribable. I tied down the vertigo.

Oh! If only we were naked now, and free to watch our protruding parts align; To whisper - both of us - in ecstasy!

I found I could extinguish all human hope from my soul.

One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.

I shed more tears than God could ever have required.

It was the voice of mad seas, roaring immense,/ That shattered your infant breast, too soft, too human.