October its brilliance In its arms the condemned leaves the obsession with dying beautifully Whorls of more carnal flowers and regal silhouettes which purify themselves at the borders in the reachieved rigor of gardens Birds shriek across transparencies Engraved in the actual in the insubstantial grooves the mechanism cannot fail even if human gestures come undone The obstinate light imposes loving hands upon the cold - In October by Claire Malroux
Posted on: Wed, 01 Oct 2014 22:50:25 +0000
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