rich quatrone | colophon

colophon

as if the inscription on the soul
were legible to the world around us


this pain, this rage, a fire
started at birth
and you were set wild into
the forest, no parents, no home


so you dream and have nightmares,
dreams of love, of abandonment


you cum from the intensity
and think, ah, this is love


when really it is only you
gone into the world alone


and sometimes
when it’s the best art
you are found
and sometimes you are
so completely happy

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