All the way down …
How do I know that I’m not mad?
By rights I should be broken
Raising my fury at circumstance
Or wallowing and cursing fate
No existence; save right now
No refuge except right here
Imbibing deep of the fount of life
It hurts from having to feel so much
And yet today I can feel glad
That I can feel glad for feeling glad
And if this is gladness all the way down
I’m either mad, or have found Love
2 comments:
Please, I beg you, write one of those looooooooooooooong articles!!
love the conclusion
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