All that is solid melts into air…
In the long impending nightthe wind speaks human,a language of prophecy,whispering words I can’t hear,worlds I will never see.
There is more to life than picking at scabs.It is a shattering moment when we realizelife consists mostly of…
“Ceci n’est pas une pipe”
You’d like to know why.
Seeing a future that does not exist.Dead child. Lost mother. Empty cradle.Loveless heart. Soul minus zero. No companion…
A light to face the black nightengendering uncertain sight.
“Not only is the Universe stranger than we think, it is stranger than we can think.”
for Ange Mlinko
My eyeheld my I.
abhor circular time. clocks as monstrosities. dream eternity.the immensity of everything. existence is elsewhere,but life…
You have abandoned purity for perfection.Even the blind have moments of clarity,but you grope around like the Cyclopsfeeling…
