surgery on my despair
that never asked a dime of me
vampire by the light of day
& ever-shrouding atmosphere
yet more than that i learn from how
the shards of broken windows land
no elegy i say aloud
can match the wrack of ev'ry plan
the surgeon that is my despair
casts shadow-forms against the moon
& i a vampire shorn of pain
collect the fruits of being pure
"Whoever takes upon himself to translate contracts a debt; to discharge it, he must pay not with the same money, but the same sum." via @jeremylybarger via @_ryanruby_
"Writers can be divided into meteors, planets and fixed stars."
—Schopenhauer (Hollingdale) via @timesflow
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