A Thought too Big to Even Think
There is something that I want to say,
but I cannot say it; it will not come
out the way I want, and I must find
a way to get it right. It has to do with
life—everything has to do with life;
but what wants to come out is terrified
of dying. It’s true what they say, writers
write what we’re afraid to think, but
this thought’s too big to even think: life
is divine, it is perfect, and it naturally
manifests the will of its creator, and all
paths in life lead to the thought that
there
is nothing but the self and God, and it
presses upon me with tired vengeance. I
try and try to get it out—one more poem,
one more story, one more novel; but it
forever eludes my precious muse,
and renders me silent.
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