In the very wine I drank, I looked for you...
Some things are better left unsaid, diluted by their expression...
Is that possible?
Unlikely, though true.
Kept for the blackest-blue sky,
bottled up and concentrated, cherished.
^^^ here's a short poem I just now wrote in two minutes, I don't feel like writing anything of interest in here, but i thought i should drop by to say hello and top of the morning to you all. Here's only part of a poem by Andre Breton... I always seem to post him, but I have only read his poetry online...
Less Time
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything,
there you have it. I've made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some
others; I've distributed some pamphlets to the plants, but not all were willing to accept them. I've
kept company with music for a second only and now I no longer know what to think of suicide, for
if I ever want to part from myself, the exit is on this side and, I add mischievously, the entrance, the
re-entrance is on the other.
Is that possible?
Unlikely, though true.
Kept for the blackest-blue sky,
bottled up and concentrated, cherished.
^^^ here's a short poem I just now wrote in two minutes, I don't feel like writing anything of interest in here, but i thought i should drop by to say hello and top of the morning to you all. Here's only part of a poem by Andre Breton... I always seem to post him, but I have only read his poetry online...
Less Time
Less time than it takes to say it, less tears than it takes to die; I've taken account of everything,
there you have it. I've made a census of the stones, they are as numerous as my fingers and some
others; I've distributed some pamphlets to the plants, but not all were willing to accept them. I've
kept company with music for a second only and now I no longer know what to think of suicide, for
if I ever want to part from myself, the exit is on this side and, I add mischievously, the entrance, the
re-entrance is on the other.