I must believe there is something sublime always
even when I forget this, as I have felt the negation
of this, of not just the sublime but of everything
for most of this.
But that was it just then. Honestly. Did you feel that?
That just got something turning—the skin bubbling—
and I don’t need to stress the effort that it takes over time
but it is always, always doable and sublime
only as it may eventually be for you.
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