You can't remember sex. You can remember the fact of it, and recall the setting, and even the details, but the sex of the sex cannot be remembered, the substantive truth of it, it is by nature self-erasing, you can remember its anatomy and be left with a judgment as to the degree of your liking of it, but whatever it is as a splurge of being, as a loss, as a charge of the conviction of love stopping your heart like your execution, there is no memory of it in the brain, only the deduction that it happened and that time passed, leaving you with a silhouette that you want to fill in again.
The poem is a cry of the unborn heart. Yes, because the poem perfectly embodies the world, there is no world without poem.
And so the ordinary unendurable torments we all experienced were indeed exceptional in the way they were absorbed in each heart.
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