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3 August 1997

My tender heart dilates with each
separation and reunion.
For some undeniable part of me
remains ever within you
completing me when you are here;
when gone, leaving me painfully unwhole.

'Tis as though I were, alone,
not fully myself.
As if you were the silent syllable
of my middle name
unheard to the world;
but to me, ah, so vividly clear.

 la vie me déchire   For all the words I didn't write   My two calloused hands   Hold me in your arms so tightly;   When springtime comes   soft, sweet and warm   the water of life   these are the times   geraniums   sweet of all sweetness   when Death first called my name   Arms so pitiful   Redemption   The tears in your eyes tear me more than my own.   Oh Seigneur   A toi, l'humanité   flesh of mortal man, immortal woman   again an unknown stranger.   canticle to my soul   My tender heart dilates with each   emancipation