When you get those rare moments of clarity, those flashes when the universe makes sense, you tried desperately to hold on to them. They are the life boats for the darker times when the vastness of all, the incomprehensible nature of life is completely illusive. So the question be
Love cannot be contained, the neat packaging of desire Splits asunder, spilling crimson through my days. Long, languishing days that are now bruised tender with yearning, Spent searching for a fingerprint, a scent, a breath you left behind.