You are the bravest soul I have ever known.
Cease trembling and shaking and gasping
and cursing and find again your core which
I am. Rest from twistedness, distortion,
deformations. For an hour you will be me;
that is the other half of yourself. The half you
lost. What you burnt, broke, and tore is still
in my hands. I am the keeper of fragil things
and I have kept of you what is indissoluble.
I have gathered together all the fragments. I
return them to you.
You have run with the wind, scattering and
dissolving. I have run behind you, like your
own shadow, gathering what you have sown
in deep coffers. It is you, my loved one, who
has known the suffering of the deterioration
of your own mind.
You are the bravest soul I have ever known.