I looked hard at the heart of every person I’d known,
and I said what is this?
In the darkness I thought we’d remember who we are,
the blackness between the stars like the distance between our hearts.
These tragedies change the way we see ourselves,
but they don’t change who we are.
You and I are like we’re fire in the oil fields.
So used to parting ways we come to fear the love that stays,
in the parts of us that live untamed,
her whisper comes as a crushing wave.
One is not enough to be defined by anything but difference,
which is not enough for anything but suffering.
Curse this solitude,
for betraying my nature,
for dividing me apart,
the sum wretchedness of man,
like the black between the stars.
feeds for ,