The only deliverance worthy of the name

Empty me of the bitterness and disappointment of being nothing but
myself
Immerse me in the mystery of reality
Fill me with love for the truly afflicted
that hopeless love, if need be
make me one of them again—
Awaken me to the reality of this place
and from the longed-for or remembered place

And more than thus, behind each face
induct, oh introduce me in—
to the halting disturbed ungrammatical soundless
words of others’ thoughts
not the drivel coming out of our mouths
Blot me out, fill me with nothing but consciousness
of the holiness, the meaning
of these unseeable, all
these unvisitable worlds which surround me:
others’ actual thoughts—everything
I can’t perceive yet
know

know it is there.

— Franz Wright

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