“A broadcast about wolves, with recordings of their howls. What a language! The most heartrending I know, and I shall never forget it. From now on, in moments of excessive solitude, I need merely recall those sounds to have the sense of belonging to a community.”—E. M. Cioran (via @cielosueloastro)
The eyes of the drowned watch keels going over.
squirrel dashes across
the snow outside my window
brighter than room lights
Venetian blinds funnelling
Imbolc; a star called Mothra
Yeti, Giant of the 20th Century.


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