"And this slow spider which creepeth in the moonlight, and this moonlight itself, and thou and I in this gateway whispering together, whispering of eternal things--must we not all have already existed[?]" --Common's Nietzsche, 46
Air, dreamed...
glissade · ring
of the cylinder empty
one brings so many snapshots
to the photo session
before the light revives
sib
but to what end
not any more known
but as knowing knows
as the light degrades
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