Longing isn't all that healthy, but
It's healthier, at least from where I am
Than never longing. After all, it's what
I have to do if I'm to give a damn,
And pure detachment is a deadly thing,
Poisoning with objectivity
A world to which we must, as humans, bring
A measure of interiority.
If we pretend that we are not ourselves,
Placing the parts of us that feel on high
Unreachable, unanswerable shelves
Where they can wither, we are fit to die;
But if we long, we wear our human hearts
Exposed as much as our external parts.
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