The **** of some text
is not in the ******
or the lips of a lover
What pleasure resides
in the text? Is it in its being
written or read or dead?
It radiates from the turn of
the page, the rest of some
sentence forgotten in sleep
Nov 13, 2015
Nov 13, 2015 at 3:11 PM UTC
The **** of some text
is not in the ******
or the lips of a lover
What pleasure resides
in the text? Is it in its being
written or read or dead?
It radiates from the turn of
the page, the rest of some
sentence forgotten in sleep
tercets from my manuscript
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