illinx or dance through that rope
seizure or spasm in the marrow of air
agon or the extent of injury through those sands
love without dawn interlaced without recovery
alea or the first landscape where get loss and found
through an introduction to solitude
horses come
angels of flames at war
wage war against my very veins
devoured veins by yours to come
come as horses come without dawn among skies to come
to come as a nude but not a nude
the pure fire of my longing for
the moon knows not for
"…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)
Monday, June 20, 2011
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