Tuesday, December 30, 2014

6192. LACHRYMOSE

LACHRYMOSE
Then I will go slowly and silently into night
without a word : the beetle-brow of eternity
will intermittently blink back at me. In this
world, it was only me, seeking something,
seeking apples, seeking passage, seeking
her. Voyager, now, this passage wanes.

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