undocumented days · in the utter dark
leave still a certain stain
apex memoirist · wearily aims
self at a silken absence
formica murmuring · garage of gruesome asides
the wish to have heeded
First you take a firm hold of the legs.
“A fine boat is that coffin carved in the coppice of feelings / I too drift in it downbloodstream, younger still than your eye (...) You are light: you will sleep through my spring till it’s over.”
(Celan; tr. Hamburger) via @dreamsofbeing
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