"Solitude, my mother, tell me my life again."
— O. V. de Milosz via @isidro_li
The leaping or flickering of autumn.
Random # 214 = 424 in base-7; 4 + 2 + 4 = 10 lines
elongated limbo · in the lighthouse
bells · antelucan bells
stern barricades · stymie our going
it is late, late, so very late
& the wheels run
i stagger · i know stints of being sure
in the longhouse · where the lighthouse has gone
somber half-worlds crumpled
menhir & shadows clustered · i climb a pale road
out of the irked room shambles
& look back where · a cloud lingered
"...historical narratives are ways of saying 'we’re good and we’re right; and the other side is wrong and bad'. That is the thing that is very hard to let go of." (via @aliner)
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