Bigrammatology - I
the silent listening to the withering of
autumn flowers dropping their petals and
remaining motionless; where is there
an end and a beginning.
what might have
been and what has been point
to one end, some at
the still point of intersection of
the journey, if you came
at night like a dancer.
the chill ascends from feet to
knees, the vacant
interstellar spaces, the voiceless wailing, the vacant interstellar spaces,
the moment which
is only living can only die. words strain, crack and
sometimes break, under conditions that
autumn flowers dropping their petals and
remaining motionless; where is there
an end and a beginning.
what might have
been and what has been point
to one end, some at
the still point of intersection of
the journey, if you came
at night like a dancer.
the chill ascends from feet to
knees, the vacant
interstellar spaces, the voiceless wailing, the vacant interstellar spaces,
the moment which
is only living can only die. words strain, crack and
sometimes break, under conditions that
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