The Wedding of Stupor and Wound

This dizzy, reeling mind of mine...
delivered me to the shore nearest to feeling.

At the far edge of a nightmare, my sleep broke,
I stirred and sat up—
down my cheeks flowed not tears... but blood.

In my memory, you are... no longer,
only sorrow brushed against me.

As unbearable torment grew....
I felt a fierce pain's presence on the left side of my chest,
as if your embrace were a deep wound in my soul...
Standing even at the threshold between life and death
something inside my chest burst into audible laughter!