The Fountain thirsts, the Bread is hungry here, The Light is dark, the Word without a voice. When darkness speaks it seems so light and clear. Now he must dare, with us, to make a choice. In a distended belly’s cruel curve He feels the famine of the ones who lose, He starves for those […]
Two souls, alas, are housed within my breast,
And each will wrestle for the mastery there.
~ Johann Wolfgang von Goethe, from Faust