It was only that one time I looked
past it all, from objects to observances
& realised the contrivance
by which the Holocene was set about me:
of the world, but
of other than
the truth of its being hoof and horn and
all that falls,
all smashed together against the slab of light that life is: [such candescence!
Maybe I was beautiful that winter all alone.
past it all, from objects to observances
& realised the contrivance
by which the Holocene was set about me:
of the world, but
of other than
the truth of its being hoof and horn and
all that falls,
all smashed together against the slab of light that life is: [such candescence!
Maybe I was beautiful that winter all alone.