And now time is rushing towards them where they stand side by side with arms touching, immortality on their faces, night at their back.
XXIV. And kneeling at the edge of the transparent sea I shall shape for myself a new heart from salt and mud
All the tall mad mountains of her mind
What is a Lamb of God? People use this phrase.I don't know.I watch my sister, fingers straying absently about her mustache,no help there.
Time as hunger.Time passing and gazing.Time as perseverance.Mountain time.Time as paper folded to look like a mountain.Time compared to the wild fantastic silence of stars.
The instant of natureforming between them drained every drop from the walls of his lifeleaving behind just ghostsrustling like an old map.
The fact is that there are people, good people who,not because they want tobut all the same,fall in love with the wrong thing.
That night we made love the real way which we had not yet attemptedalthough married six months.Big mystery. No one knew where to put their leg and to this day I'm not surewe got it right.He seemed hap...
Repent means the pain again.
It was the hour when snow goes blueand streetlights come on and a hare maypause on the tree line as still as a word in a book.
It is generally anger dreams that occupy my nights now.This is not uncommon after loss of love—blue and black and red blasting the crater open.I am interested in anger.
As tree shapes from mist / Her young death / Loose / In you.
A thinking mind is not swallowed up by what it comes to know. It reaches out to grasp something related to itself and to its present knowledge (and so knowable in some degree) but also separate from i...
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . The jacket shifted. Geryon peered out.
Whenever I visit my motherI feel I am turning into Emily Brontë,my lonely life around me like a moor,my ungainly body stumping over the mud flats with a look of transformation
What difference would such power make tosomeone in love? What would the lover ask of time if he were in control?
Town of the Dragon VeinIf you wake up too early listen for it.A sort of inverted whistling the sound of sound.Being withdrawn after all where?Does all the sound in the world.Come from day after day?Fr...
So muchhuman cruelty is simplyincidental is simplybrainless. Simply nocommon sense. You couldtake the entirety of thecommon sense of humansand put it in the palm of
Three days(so I hear)she is without food,keeps her body pure of bread, longs torun herself aground in a sad secret death.Is it a god inside you, girl?
Ascent of the rapist up the stairs seems as slow as lava. She listens to the black space where his consciousness is, moving towards her.