but to this day imperishable

a found poem

by this time
it was February
and although
still shaky
I knew
I had emerged

into light

I felt myself
no longer a husk

but a body

with some
of the body's
sweet juices
stirring again

I had my first dream
in many months
confused

but to this day
imperishable

with a flute in it
somewhere
and a wild goose
and a dancing girl

Found in William Styron's Darkness Visible: A Memoir of Madness in which Styron writes of the passing storm of his crippling depression.

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