Nevermind
Tis time this heart should be unmoved
since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
still let me love!
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
are mine alone!
The fire that on my bosom preys
is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze --
a funeral pyre.
The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
the exalted portion of the pain
and power of love, I cannot share,
but wear the chain.
-Lord Byron
I was at a rock concert once,
swept along in the press of bodies,
the coordinated movements of one
organism writhing to the beat.
For one second I was lost,
obliterated, gone into the ether.
Then my head started pounding
between rhythms and my feet
throbbing from everyone stomping,
stumbling over them, and I was back.
I was back, slipping between two girls
to find a modicum of air,
knowing as I walked away,
that the holes I left would be filled
and soon forgotten.
since others it hath ceased to move:
Yet, though I cannot be beloved,
still let me love!
My days are in the yellow leaf;
The flowers and fruits of love are gone;
The worm, the canker, and the grief
are mine alone!
The fire that on my bosom preys
is lone as some volcanic isle;
No torch is kindled at its blaze --
a funeral pyre.
The hope, the fear, the jealous care,
the exalted portion of the pain
and power of love, I cannot share,
but wear the chain.
-Lord Byron
I was at a rock concert once,
swept along in the press of bodies,
the coordinated movements of one
organism writhing to the beat.
For one second I was lost,
obliterated, gone into the ether.
Then my head started pounding
between rhythms and my feet
throbbing from everyone stomping,
stumbling over them, and I was back.
I was back, slipping between two girls
to find a modicum of air,
knowing as I walked away,
that the holes I left would be filled
and soon forgotten.