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Edita
is 90% done
And there are nights
when I can’t speak,
not even to the wind
in the strange tongue of the dark pine trees.
— Nov 27, 2015 09:41PM
when I can’t speak,
not even to the wind
in the strange tongue of the dark pine trees.
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Edita
is 25% done
Better to say I’ve seen you
barely at all. Better to say
the lost moon will never guide us.
— Nov 19, 2015 07:58PM
barely at all. Better to say
the lost moon will never guide us.
Edita
is 2% done
Really, what I’m thinking
tonight is there is nothing
in all the flat world which would satisfy me.
— Nov 17, 2015 08:23PM
tonight is there is nothing
in all the flat world which would satisfy me.
Edita
is starting
So I think of you beside me,
your body knotted with dreams.
How the sky can seem an intrusion,
all this blue like an ocean, an ur-sea.
Something in which to vanish. To sink like stones.
— Nov 16, 2015 08:19PM
your body knotted with dreams.
How the sky can seem an intrusion,
all this blue like an ocean, an ur-sea.
Something in which to vanish. To sink like stones.
Edita
is reading
I’m dreaming of all the use I could have been
but was not,
[…] maybe this dream
has piled against my mind
like snow and the cold radiates everywhere,
through the windows and the door
it comes like a battering
ram, announcing itself with splinters,
— Nov 14, 2015 10:05PM
but was not,
[…] maybe this dream
has piled against my mind
like snow and the cold radiates everywhere,
through the windows and the door
it comes like a battering
ram, announcing itself with splinters,
