The stone still lasts.

A moment now to breathe, to sigh, to sit in silence looking at the light.

It bends, it weaves, its certainties unravel -

so much disillusion, seeping

folds and seams and cracks 

I started writing letters

Cavorting with the best of them,

my oracles,

spam dropbox


No wonder, you sense mysteriousness,


my god, my love

It's hot as hell

let's walk now,  through

the belly

of the night

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