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; formally nova / mnemosyne
"I live not in dreams, but in contemplation of a reality that is perhaps the future." —Rilke
The night envelopes my senses with its cold rain,
As lights go on and off again across the...
Oh, what sweet Brevity lies between Consciousness...
Filtering with tiny hands the most concealed...
You emerge from things filled with spirit,
a mosaic nightmare...
My thoughts are overripe apples,
falling down from a tree of...
you dug holes in me...
he kisses her...
folding over itself...
…you were my sun, and I stared straight into you, squinting, like I wanted you to be the last thing I ever saw.
excerpts from forgotten journals ~2010
I'm still tracing the stars
with the tips of my fingers,
wondering if you found
the map I left for you.
My heart's a lake
a languid mirror
by Armada the Gestalt
by Courageous Dreamer
by Poet on the Piano