so look at me Ida what do
you see inside your mind
/ see a hole right through
the middle of you
/ got a name / Ida / I’m
Sad / why / no it’s my
name Sad But Great
capital S capital B capital
G people call
me Sad
Perfection sounds round.
Good morning good Io.
Thorny blossoms
I shall be your soil here.
O einer, o keiner, o niemand, o du
Time as paper folded to look like a mountain.
Time compared to the wild fantastic silence of stars.
(Source: mythologyofblue)
Time passes time
does not pass. Time all
but passes. Time usually passes.
The sun keeps you
In its golden reliquary
High above the yapping of centuries
And bears you to the marriage
Of the fourth river of paradise
With the thirty-sixth river of Earth
Okay, said Isaiah, so I save the nation. What do you do?
God exhaled roughly.
I save the fire, said God.
What is the holiness of empire?
It is to know collapse.
Truth
rolled away from him
under the cannon-bones of the night.
Under his feet the sand is shifting,
its
slight
incomprehensible ball bearings carrying him ever more west
and
south
toward the unclocked clarity of his last and inland sea.
The rustling of the silk is discontinued,
Dust drifts over the court-yard,
There is no sound of footfall, and the leaves
Scurry into heaps and lie still,
And she the rejoicer of the heart is beneath them:
A wet leaf that clings to the threshold.
… And with the silence of stars I enfold
your cities made by time.
(Source: siriusc)
