I called out! to the painful, the shadowy in you…
Part of the songs of sorrow collection
i fear the allure of the way
i once was, a master of carving the sounds of words,
the words themselves, into captivating performances, sliced
deeply from the flesh of self-analysis, fascinating and dark.
I called out! to the painful, the shadowy in you -
and you, transfixed by the spectacle of my despair,
which is what I fear: how easy it was to cut myself into concepts
into what we figure for wisdom: merely weeping wept with sweet, sweet sounds.
I fear the allure of the lyricism of sadness,
because it stirs us, draws us in, and sets upon us, enrobes us
in a romance of tears spoken in the tongue of introspection.
nothing learned here finds root or truth in the shroud of darkness:
Wisdom grows in the light.