That Sinking Feeling

an act

field of violets sweeping in and out of itself  each flower a sepulchre for the world  within each flower is the entire world  every flower is exactly the same  a field of identical things  moving in unison and coruscating  with the light of every mother’s love I would that each flower be plucked  that this…


remember when today pale fire overtook the early morning  which lasts so very very long when in the morning you rest  remember that life is not only beautiful  and not only worth living but it is  impossible not to give life all of your love sugar is my love for life  sweetness under my breath…

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