to live which what life beyond being
(is there some I
stagger up with moonlight
the cool instant breath
of standing hot between
nothing and nothing )
vast and vast and vast
that enormous when of feeling the wind
around drunk drinking of the texture of a breath:
collapsing the condescended body of the moon stars laughter just inside the house outside which dreams the world of rain darkness and the impossible languor of health–
the need
the urge
the rush
to quietly pursue books of open girlness;
pages terribly comfortable to grasp and fill within letters of self.
how which we desire what to be perfectly exact of easy being:
the frond which stands strong without tending of hand–
the garden filled with the immense flower of youth.
And never to die,
never to grow old
or weak inside.
(what an impossible thing it is to know; to love; to live )
what an impossible thing it is to laugh
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 3:40 AM UTC
to live which what life beyond being
(is there some I
stagger up with moonlight
the cool instant breath
of standing hot between
nothing and nothing )
vast and vast and vast
that enormous when of feeling the wind
around drunk drinking of the texture of a breath:
collapsing the condescended body of the moon stars laughter just inside the house outside which dreams the world of rain darkness and the impossible languor of health–
the need
the urge
the rush
to quietly pursue books of open girlness;
pages terribly comfortable to grasp and fill within letters of self.
how which we desire what to be perfectly exact of easy being:
the frond which stands strong without tending of hand–
the garden filled with the immense flower of youth.
And never to die,
never to grow old
or weak inside.
(what an impossible thing it is to know; to love; to live )
what an impossible thing it is to laugh
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