Unthrifty loveliness, why dost thou spend
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RR & A
I know how to make you cry. I don’t do it because I am afraid you might fall in love. We love those who make us weep because they depend on our tears for their existence.
It is flesh though not quite flesh. With my fingers I wrote the story of my mad life obsessed with the idea of flesh. I am allergic to spring but my heart dreams of mild sunshine and green uneven plains. It is flesh that makes me a victim to the scent of mountain flowers.
I wake up with a feeling of drain and all I’ve done is let a fantasy wear out my sensitive mind. I am as spent as the glass walls of a glass house from wherein I see the world as if from a distance. Spring is loveliness personified but I daydream of that one still instant of twilight when nothing happens and the world has not yet gone to sleep.
In a state of turmoil, I am as creative as a dog in heat.
In madness I know the world as if I were the creator of one.
There are no gardens where I live and barren streets gave me the impetus to imagine fountains and roses in the same breath.
Consumed with diffidence is how I talk about my love.
To be beautiful is to produce passion that will drink from the cup of emptiness.
RR & A is a writer and independent scholar. He completed his doctorate at the University of Mississippi in 1997.