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"I was searching for the keys
all these years
but the door was always open." -
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Tell me
Where am I
...If not in a choral
Of buoyant reflections
A supple fragrance
Of time and not yet time
that lifts the weight of here...
© m.c. 2011 -
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“It’s possible, I’m moving through the hard veins of heavy mountains, like an arc, alone; I’m so deep inside, I see no end in sight, and no distance: everything is getting near and everything near is turning to stone.”
Rainer Maria Rilke -
Tell me
where am I
If not beneath
a canopy of sweet
vanilla clematis
twining from toe to tip
arousing my anticipation...
MC -
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“The night is my nudity
the stars are my teeth
I throw myself among the dead
dressed in white sunlight..."
~ George Bataille from The Impossible -
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