I'm not a fool, I knew from the beginning
what couldn't happen. What couldn't happen

didn't. The enterprise is abandoned.

But half our life is
dreams, delirium, everything that underlies

that feeds

that keeps alive the illusion of sanity, semi-
sanity, we allow

others to see. The half of me that feeds the rest

is in mourning. Mourns. Each time we must
mourn, we fear this is the final mourning, this time

mourning never will lift.

Frank Bidart

Stichwörter: dreaming mourning

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