Bloglet Redux

I said I would start writing word salad again. At least I can add this section back to the site.

Six words from this poem popped into my head today:

Because of your enigmatic love
I shriek, as if in pain.
I’ve become sallow and convulsive,
Barely able to shuffle around.

Don’t try to change your tune,
Songs can be deceptive,
But claw, claw more savagely
At the breast of this consumptive,

To make the blood gush faster
From my throat onto the bed
So that death can tear
This damned intoxication from my heart forever.
— Anna Akhmatova, Dark Dream