Melancholy is the edge I teeter Bittersweet is what I breathe My attempt to feel happiness Upon my return Is failed I long to suffer That cramped flight back again Just to be In that Holy Space I wobble this rope of desire Resolute to remain On my Middle Way Where neither sorrow Nor ecstasy bind me There are no edges And bittersweet is just fine |
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