Alphabet of Days
15.
Other
this absolute moment
of the other this
coupling this dark
middle to one vast
swirl of light
window-tangled
silk and foam
beauty deep and
buried from such
a nothing we fill
I roam the whole universe from here. - Han-shan
15.
Other
this absolute moment
of the other this
coupling this dark
middle to one vast
swirl of light
window-tangled
silk and foam
beauty deep and
buried from such
a nothing we fill
Posted by sam of the ten thousand things @ 9:14 PM
We make a harvest of loneliness and desiring in the blank wasteland of the cosmos. - Jack Gilbert
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