I burned my life, that I might find
A passion wholly of the mind,
Thought divorced from eye and bone,
Ecstasy come to breath alone.
I broke my life, to seek relief
From the flawed light of love and grief.
With mounting beat the utter fire
Charred existence and desire.
It died low, ceased its sudden thresh.
I had found unmysterious flesh —
Not the mind's avid substance — still
Passionate beyond the will.
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This is an excellent poem. I especially like how words here are used to appeal to the senses and emotions of the reader, so they can truly connect with the author. It's written in such a way that its hard not to relate.
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