The fall
The agony, the ecstasy,
the death that never came,
the glory of fulfillment
and of perishing forever,
falling without landing,
being criminal without a sin,
embracing all the world in you,
and dying with delight
in pain the most ecstatic and enjoyable,
the utter self-immolation
for the sake of life,
the sado-masochistic wallowing
in supreme beautitude,
the torture and relief
of being both the torturer and the victim
and of sharing the atrocious pain
universally in supreme intimacy,
the sleeplessness of death
more alive than ever -
can it be more adequately put?
And still, that supreme moment of truth
evades us all as indescribable
and passes quickly to end up in nothing
but the anticlimax of remorse.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2007-12-17 at 10:03
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