Should I abridge “Mercurial” into a morsel of words, I might describe it as sheer madness. The embroilments of a sensation too intense for a body or mind to stand. Here, this feeling assumes the shape of passion.
It evokes a moment of feverish dispositions; of flesh entwining, of two merging into one and arising a temple far wider than one single body could bear to uphold. It speaks of helpless devotion, of the mystical character of bodily and immaterial connection.
But this poem also alludes to fury, to brutal grief, to all that lingers in the mind and brings some destruction with it.
(original art by Jules Lefebvre)