Pain, pain exalts me Into consciousness:
I am awake! My jangled anguish rives
Each tense quick nerve pricked by unnum-
bered knives,
My only solace, my own dark distress.
Life mocks and agonises me – no less
Death, the far shimmer of a myriad lives.
Lies sparkling like calm seas, and breeds and thrives
Forever In each pang that I possess
Clockwork automatons men go and come,
Loud, reflex – dead! and yet they strut and sulk.
Mere gibbering shapes, redundant, wearisome
It aches, aches, aches – this world of grit and grime,
Myself, my tortured self, this huge, huge bulk!
Alone, I am the pain of all, all time.
(E J Rupert Atkinson)
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