how does great love decay? a splintered ship at sea after a sudden squall, a lofty face of ancient rock worn ghostly by degree? perhaps it’s like a splendid carcass paused, that cannot catch its breath or maybe it’s a beacon flickering before the banishment of past to past all yearnings have their rounding out with age yet glow long into dark unless a savage quirk of luck leaves one alone and takes another unawares away: then what? Emanuel E. Garcia February 2025
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Why does great love carry with it great sorrow?