Catharsis

Fotografia de Nathan Lemon

It is the tenderness you feel you know
You may have had the tenderness you miss.

Still in the mask you wear your tongue can go
Raptly to themes the audience won’t guess

Creating from those fragments of thin air
Within the head’s O what you might have been.

You are not less because they cannot share
All that you are and tell what they have seen.

Still they’re agog. Your eloquence will flow
Beyond the measure pacing your distress

Till it breaks down the limits of your care
And finally you relish what you seem

And are to your last sense all you forgo.
Love. The particular. No more no less.

A. Alvarez