The mist, oblivious to time...
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underneath a painted spiraling clouded cast
a silence as heavy as death
horse and rider, we stopped for a thought
fatigued beyond my worst memory
but i have promises to keep and miles to
go before i sleep
i hear the night as if it is a chorus of whispering
trees, eager to learn its language
i am down on the floor, one ear to the ground
and one eye to the moon
i discovered hollow grace buried underneath...
extract from "American Darkness" by nathaniel jericho quin,
@wristcuff on tumblr
( july 2020 @sandmoonyelsephotography )
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Things quiver as if not yet in being…
The Waves, Virginia Woolf
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februray 2022
Night open. Night presence.
from The Lost Steps-Alexandra Pizarnik
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Is it possible
that existence is our exile
and nothingness our home?
Tears and Saints - Emil Cioran
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Winter coat -
Silence Falls
The song of the bird.......
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"As I was moving ahead occasionally,
I saw brief glimses of Beauty..."
Jonas Mekas (december 24, 1922 - january 23, 2019)
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A winter night's dream...flies
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" Solitude doesn' t teach you to be alone, but to be unique. "
Emil Cioran
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