...comrade in name asks "how does those storms and waves suddenly just grows quiet" and that is a very good question but i think one similar to "how does a poet just go on living in one ordinary world with all his extraordinary mightiness" or "how did the earth ever managed to contain ezra pound" or "why did dostoyevski ever had to pay bills" and so on feelings a few of us tend to see at the heart of all that exists but they are not neither are the words and it's life and it goes on and extraordinary just pushes and pulls and fits and love just slowly goes away
(thought i am saying this in this very rational tone i myself do not believe it love if slows down and loses pace is not love love if it allows you to just wake up in the morning and live your life is not love love if it lets you belong to someone else is not love--so no i do not believe storms dissappear and screams are stifled-- i just believe the true kind that never would just rarely exists among a handful of very lucky people)
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