The everlasting universe of things Flows through the mind, and rolls its rapid waves, Now dark—now glittering—now reflecting gloom— Now lending splendour, where from secret
Tag: Poesis
Stefan Zweig: On The Daemonic and Tragic Worlds | dark ecologies
Whatever strives to transcend the narrower boundaries of self, overleaping immediate personal interests to seek adventures in the dangerous realm of inquiry, is the outcome
unbroken but stretching
disconnecting slowly strings of attachment unbroken but stretching unfortunate end
licking fingers, touching pages
a civilization of fetishists not surprising really see how we treat the book as idol the paragraph the sentence the phrase the word and yet
impossible exchange
born within the ground bourne upon the wind, every word is prophesy to the death and resurrection of our impossible exchange our loving struggle our
Brick Lotus
Slippers slipping off my feet Adjusting my new inserts Adjusting my old soul Stopping at the brick lotus Sitting in the Sun awhile Material conditions
CALL ME MAGGIE 
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