The Inner Sequence

You need not understand anything at all—
even saying "I love you" isn't necessary.

In fierce rapture of destruction—
silence cannot hold.

The longing to grasp in the hunger of sight—
cannot be swept away in time's current.

Leaving behind the crowd of faithful wounds—
memories do not flee.

Without burning eyes in unbearable pain—
tears do not fall.

In the depths of profound breath—
one cannot remain still.

Without touch—
feelings do not live long.

A narrow heart—
cannot reach emotion.

The river of neglect—
never looks back.

The reckoning with oneself—
never ends.