You can polish yourself until the day you die, but you’ll still be defective.
Wrath me at my darkest hour
bring to me a poisoned flower
perish me now with the moon possessed
release me, be gone, let me rest.
Nothing like a good catharsis….”Wrath me Now….” very close to John Donne’s “Batter my heart three-personed God…”
Maybe having a touch of moon-madness, only to be released from it, is a good lesson to be learned about appreciating sanity, when it comes even in small doses.
Such a lovely comment, John. Thank you so much. I’ll have to look into this piece by John Donne, for I’ve never read it.
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