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a string. two stones. & reading rilke
a string. tying it around my fingers, i imagine how time travels through the eye of a needle. i stitch my days into skin. all vigour and sorrow, mute and light, rises. (life is a moveable feast) in a daze you watch, how you carry your body like suitcase. you pack everything in. your books & vomits. yet you want to walk like a gracious ( Read more... ) -
listen
once and for all, do not drift,
to other worlds swirling in your mind.
peel your image off the mirror
come and meet them all.
faces of demon, raw earth, open wounds.
draw them near. to embrace and love them all
the myriad faces.
listen.
