62: No remedy surmounts heaven where detachment is trimmed. Swimming there uproots the whole life series, bright, tanned & then accounted in sympathetic parody and indeed praise. I define my own worth, contrary to more gracious remedies.

We have functional emotions, I think, grounded inward quite by self-love & this choppy vocab of possessive affects. Indded, there’s a hint of falsetto. Shields up. I’m reading in the last place you are true, here in my heart, shifting iniquity to self-inquiry and dabble. Stay with me, it will never stop. Sin here.