the voice of Shakespeare

leaping like sparks from synapse to synapse the drama of the baffled embattled clasping it and yet thrusting it off realizing the thing the terrible thing sublimely catastrophic and expansive.  We are willing the sacred body of psyche and soul all but forgotten inwards then outwards reveling without a pulse.  Secrets collide and this is called desire beating us into synchronized surge.  It may be that the last scene is too violent if we really do love impersonating agony the most destructive bucked and spun into darkness.  The decision I should have made struggles and tightens the knot.  Madrigal song mercifully as quick as it was awkward I’m not going to do anything but tug and rip quicker.