“Give me Pain,” she said
“Shorn of Innocence’s
Unknowings;
  My Searing Awakening
Sad Joy
its
Sidereal Beginnings--
Misunderstood Sufferings--
Pain My Awakener
Striper of Veils
which shield
  me from
Fulsome Life’s Givings;
Flowers
but no bud
absent
Dead Winter;
Fall
and Jubilant Spring.

Give me
Vein Splintered
Pain’s Egress
as I remain
impervious-
my Red Reward-
My Imagination’s Castle
Abstracted;
  move I into
those imagined worlds
into so called Reality
  both imaginary
for me
don’t you see?

Therefore,
whether
we shall live in Mine
or Yours
is
Elementarily
Speaking
ever so not
Consequentially
despite
your sincerely
or ill felt Sympathies
so chaste.

If you must
for My Pain
know
yea well:
Sympathy is
Pains
form
of Understanding
and the
Insensate’s
form of
Living.