i cannot live with you.
ein kurzes Attribut an die Göttin, Emily Dickinson.
and were you lost, i would be,
though my name rang loudest on the heavenly fame
and were you saved
and i'm condemned to be where you were not
that self were hell to me
so we must keep apart
you there, i here
with just the door ajar, that oceans are
and prayer, and that pale svustenance,