NOT
The ultimacy of
intimacy seems to
be a kind of elongated
ecstasy that leads
inevitably to lunacy
and dry rot. A literal
inward tilting fails
to prevent the
wholesale sublimation
of birds into bungled
attempts at clarity.
Analogues to error,
once thought to be
the answer, aren't.
Friday, November 11, 2011
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