A madness overcomes you
That never goes away
Abrupt excitement numbs you
And tortures you all day
You cannot exorcise it
A constant burning flame —
And you come to despise it
But love it
All the same
.
.
.
(“Malison” is an archaic term for “curse”)
I know that curse intimately.
There’s no escaping it.
The more I try to escape it, the more consuming it becomes.
Your pictures pair so perfectly with your words. Each and every one of them.
Thanks. The pictures often inspire the poems.