"…Attribuez à mon souffle trop court ce qui dans mon propos restera obscur ou froid. Mais retenez la comparaison – elle définit le Livre en tant que Livre c’est-à-dire en tant qu’inspiration…" (E. Lévinas)
Better left unsaid. better with closed lips than this loss of my vital foams against the ground implosing like the exausted ashes of endless flesh burnt reburnt. This hour tastes best if left unsaid with much light on the margins of me. much light much shade much shadow.
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Better left unsaid.
better with closed lips than this loss of my vital foams against the ground implosing like the exausted ashes of endless flesh burnt reburnt.
This hour tastes best if left unsaid with much light on the margins of me. much light much shade much shadow.
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