"Twilite Nights"
I know i was there.
Cannibal
at the door,
the only part light reached.
Cloves
on a balcony.
Late-night conversations.
The music inside
made a stupid thump.
This refuge
place where the wind blows from all directions
Pseudo-Dionysius
"Before we start worshipping insects." (via)
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