Is it possible to love something so much, you imagine it wants to destroy you only because it has denied you?
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Explanation is not half as strong as experience but experience is not half as strong as experience and understanding.
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The Panther
The panther paces.
Waiting reminds him that clarity is painful but his pain is unreadable,
obscure, chiaroscuro to their human senses.
In time they will misread his gait,
his moon mad eyes,
the almost gentle way his tail caresses the bars.
In time they will mistake him
for something else--
without history,
without the shadow of being,
the creature without the penance of living.
They will read only his name.
They will be unable to perceive
what strangeness
lies beneath his patience.
Patience is the darkest side of his power.
He is dark.
He is black.
He is exquisitely powerful.
He has made pain his lover
and hidden her completely.
Now he will never forget.
She will give birth to memories
they believe he has been broken of.
He smells the new rain,
tastes its change.
His claw skates along
the cold floor.
Love curled up and died
on such a floor.
He blinks.
Clarity improves.
He hears other creatures scream and fade.
But silence is his.
He knows.
In time the gates will open.
In time his heart will open.
The the shadows will bleed
and the locks will break.
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The House of Leaves - Mark Z. Danielewski
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