A Real Comparison

Dust and dark, murky earth will not be able to be a mask between the truth and us. Everything could have been worse. Our colored palaces have stood firm — remained — palaces we built with our own breath with our own hot caresses in each other's bodies in each other's minds. No dust can erase a palace that has been: having been, the most certain form of being, will remain. Everything could have been horribly bad: the great palace of your love could have not been in me: in the dark, stormy world...