In that clinched moment Of nothingness, When all the saints Are silent And all the sinners lose Their ground-- In that poignant instance Of utter powerlessness And screaming loneliness, You own my heart And I own yours, my love; Albeit, we spring back Into this bleeding reality And quickly morph back Into two strangers, Alienated and unbound. "Clinch" #Clinch #diwa #yqbaba