What falters
in his step
may still exalt his God
who knows
what portion of the miracle
this human shell
now demon-
strates. What shape
of atoms, what recipe
of elements
has this creator
called upon
to make this new
anatomy? Revive
the awe that quickens
these five
senses, the hope
which comes
from confidence:
Friend, neighbor,
intrusive happiness
reveals old magic,
the glittering heavens
hold just enough
room to keep
this feeling
of isolation
shimmering upon
the surface
of our skin.
"This journal is not a mere literary diversion. The further I progress, reducing to order what my past life suggests, and the more I persist in the rigor of composition--of the chapters, of the sentences, of the book itself--the more do I feel myself hardening in my will to utilize, for virtuous ends, my former hardships. I feel their power." --Jean Genet
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