gently we are saved: your body formed from bodies so long grieved by mine is warmed the moment that you sleep my mind awakes I have nothing to keep for our sakes nothing to break or hold nothing to lose the generous powers fold to emptiness the nothing that we are is all: vulgar and opaque and rare and mortal
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Nocturne
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