Because my theory is, there's no such thing as life, it's just catastrophe. - Anne Carson

I walk and walk with cold hands.
Back at the house it is filled with longing,
nothing to carry longing away.
I look back over my life.
I try to find analogies.
There are none.
I have longed for people before, I have loved people before.
Not like this.
It was not this.

XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud

Look at me. This is nobility in a man:
to bear what falls from the gods and not say No.