sonnet of the hanged man
only he who has lived in shadow
can know the truth of the light
or the joylessness of the lightdwellers
in their constant fear of darkness
only he who has drunk his tears
and been drunk on those tears
and felt his guts in his mouth
can know happiness of freedom
for all else is plastic of design
no matter how roughened the surface
and only we who have lived
in appreciation of our limit
and gone beyond without care
know the truth of foolishness
The Blue Book
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