Regret is useless
But the value
We place on it
Oh so great
I made my own madness
I opened the door
As a savior to all those
That somehow still believe
In the power of forgiveness
In all its virtues
Without all the vanity of human existence
With pleasure and not disdain
Without pitiful sorrows arms around me
It knows about this particular kind of pain
It sees past all the shadows of faded, painted beauty
If you look, it still casts a glow.
Even with your distance, your humbling indifference
Inside-
Deep in the fathoms, you know.
-Jennifer Barajas
A Dead Language 