Something of Myself
Monday, September 12, 2005
Salman Rushdie - Shalimar The Clown
High on Rushdie at the moment, the following just pulled away the rug under my feet...This is rare stuff...read on...
I'm everything you lost. You won't forgive me.
My memory keeps getting in the way of your history.
There is nothing to forgive. You won't forgive me.
I hid my pain even from myself; I revealed my pain only to myself.
There is everything to forgive. You can't forgive me.
If only somehow you could have been mine,
what would not have been possible in the world?
High on Rushdie at the moment, the following just pulled away the rug under my feet...This is rare stuff...read on...
I'm everything you lost. You won't forgive me.
My memory keeps getting in the way of your history.
There is nothing to forgive. You won't forgive me.
I hid my pain even from myself; I revealed my pain only to myself.
There is everything to forgive. You can't forgive me.
If only somehow you could have been mine,
what would not have been possible in the world?
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