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lessons in madness


I have learned nothing
but love; and from love, madness.
This is dangerous.
This is brave.
I regret nothing.

You cannot plan for this.
There is no suitcase to pack,
no course to plot; there are
no roads and no reasons.
This is wilderness
and wildness,
the victory of healed wings.

Forget the arithmetic of sorrow.
Forget the grammar of grief.
Forget the science of fear.
Forget the history of pain.

Come now, be here.
I will teach you what I know.

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