Is really in the pain you’re in
Though some don’t know it yet
Which is not to discount your pain
By universalizing it
When it’s our own pain
Which makes us unique
How it’s articulated or not
By some underlying sense
Of happiness the way a stone
Can be run through
With streaks of gold
Isn’t this our body
The dross in which the gold
Can feel the dross’s pain
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