pencil and paper, 06.25.24
"paint me a heaven of love with
your bloodied mouth"
— fredrico garcia lorca
on the thirtieth day of the last month of the year, a black moon. goodbye old world, hello new moon.
in this place i write something, "transient hemiopsia," a returning darkness. still some time before that i closed my eyes and saw flowers for the first time. for the first time i knew what it is to see.
where i cannot go
threadsuns
above the grayblack wastes.
a tree-
high thought
grasps the light-tone: there are
still songs to sing beyond
mankind.
—paul celan
from here to where i cannot go.