perhaps individuality is not to be known, 
only lived with

the desire to belong to the wildness
is mortified but remains true

you crane forward into the world in appetite 
and enter it in sorrow knowing
that this good desire
that casts you out of yourself
is right and must not be lost
but is necessarily
and sharply
frustrated


from tim lilburn, living in the world as if it were home, with a few elisions.