silently if, out of not knowable

Drawing by Rodin,
Image courtesy ClipArt.com

"If slavery were truly a fate worse than death, or even so unfortunate a lot, it seems it would be very hard to understand the happiness of the female slave, their emotional fulfillments, their ecstasies, their willingness to die for their Masters."
John Norman, Renegades of Gor, p. 285

"Dreams that do come true can be as unsettling as those that don't."
Brett Butler

by e. e. cummings

silently if, out of not knowable
night's utmost nothing, wanders a little guess
(only which is this world) more my life does
not leap than with the mystery your smile
sings or if (spiralling as luminous
they climb oblivion) voices who are dreams,
less into heaven certainly earth swims
than each my deeper death becomes your kiss
losing through you what seemed myself, i find
selves unimaginably mine; beyond
sorrow's own joys and hoping's very fears
yours is the light by which my spirit's born:
yours is the darkness of my soul's return
-you are my sun, my moon, and all my stars

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