Axiom of the nightly idiom Like a truism laid to sleep.
Wie Odysseus auf den mast des schieffes [ein wintermärchen] The ocean presented itself as a great black distance separating me from where I am. Auf jener meer - or so I thought I find myself not knowing the silky way back home and came to realize how many porn I needed to behave as the blade right past the tip of your tongue. How Jonah of me... to live under your palate and to think that safe i’d be... And in my russian way empty, shipped away my cold corpse committed to this frozen, glassy lake
Small Prayer Change, move, dead clock, that this fresh day May break with dazzling light to these sick eyes. Burn, glare, old sun, so long unseen, That time may find its sound again, and cleanse What ever it is that a wound remembers After the healing ends. [Weldon Kees]
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