You speak in code that no heart breaks.
\nHow are you this sunny, windy day?<\/p>\n
Fine<\/em><\/p>\n I know the day is fine, but you: I can suspect that on your island What is this Fine<\/em>, this wall of code I know I could suspect the worst: Would your confession I want to shake you out of your smeltered Fine<\/em>: But you are Fine<\/em> you say.<\/p>\n There is flint in the essential silence Some people around me are mired in a stoical sadness that cannot speak. (#1102)<\/p>\n
\nI cannot tell, you know.
\nYour Fine<\/em> is impenetrable.<\/p>\n
\nyou feel wind cutting into tearducts.<\/p>\n
\nno intuition breaks?<\/p>\n
\ntorture it out of you
\nwith more pain than you inflict on yourself.<\/p>\n
\nextracted on the rack in this fine dungeon
\nyou have sentenced yourself to
\ntell more than your iron mask hides?<\/p>\n
\ngive you some way to spring off that
\nwaterboard that is your daily routine,
\nsee you breathe two successive breaths
\nof sunny, windy oxygen.<\/p>\n
\nthat puddles around your Fine\u2014
\nsome day that oil will ignite:
\nFine<\/em> will be Fire<\/em>
\nbut I will be on a different island.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"