Erosion of Love (Part 1)

...With these Bandages I Thee do Blind Fold... How is it that though Besprinkled in Blessings, this Delicate Touch of Love lies within Prospectless and Unprofitable Ruins, even unto its course of Action? ...The Blind Spot of Our Understanding... Constantly subjected to Streams of High speed Particles of Sorrow, Assailed Persistently with Abuse... Tears... The Extravagant language of Utter Grief... Forever Connected and Reinforced with a Bond of Misery... In Slavery to such Pain... Confined and Subjected to the Constraint of this Deathly Influence...

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. oh ... this is beautiful ... excruciating but beautiful ... that "blind spot" is where hope resides ... the hope that ... that "blind spot" won't be blind forever ...