SOMEWHERE BETWEEN HIGH HEAVEN AND LOW HELL Born in blood . . . the first breath and all that follow, tainted by original trauma, echoing throughout every thought, every heartbeat; blossoming into more profound pain, until breath and thought both cease . . . What we grow accustomed to...what we can endure: The days bleed into one another, as we do; hurt defining every moment. No more. Now, all instants are one; pulsing brilliant, ecstasy and agony, rendered down; experienced in a heartbeat. Every shame. Every sorrow. Humanity, history. This is what we are; the God we gave birth to. Better? Yes. Yes. Now, we all suffer the same; no more division; no privilege or powerlessness. We are the same; sexless, skinless, ex sanguine. And we celebrate, content in our disgrace.