ashleyashley
Well-Known Member
the street held in a lunar synthesis/whispering lunar incantations/dissolve the floors of memories
the street lamp said regard that woman
the memory throws up... a twisted branch... as if the world gave up/... its skeleton,/ stiff...
regard the moon,/ la lune ne garde aucune rancune
mount.../put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life/the last twist of the knife
the street lamp said regard that woman
the memory throws up... a twisted branch... as if the world gave up/... its skeleton,/ stiff...
regard the moon,/ la lune ne garde aucune rancune
mount.../put your shoes at the door, sleep, prepare for life/the last twist of the knife