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The absurd takes its toll.

skulls in effigy piled
the turquoise pool scarce rippled
shadowless late afternoon

what good news should we find
dropping down on leathern wings?

· Trails (A) ·.

"Thought runs as though across a bridge that collapses behind it." --d'Annunzio, Notturno, tr Sartarelli (1921; 2011)

"Reading the book resembles walking through a vast princely chamber of wonders or a grand apothecary’s shop, ceiling, walls, and shelves hung with strange and thrilling creatures." (via aldaily)