,

When we live we occupy a certain space.

And when we don't live?

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Crow, blue, yellow...no colour comes for you this day. Rooted to the night, your cold eye stares like a star into the abyss. Love alone., The great strength that comes from the harshness of your claws; the great weakness from the harshness of your heart. I must remember to forget. The world that flutters inside you comes from a single word she says.,

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The soul stands in the presence of its God in awful isolation.

The terrible distance of "its"

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Why do you say 'we' when there is me, you, the world and all that time in-between?

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You resisted the "polytheism of experience", favouring a puritanical soul instead. For you happiness was a pagan concept. But this black theological coat, how heavily it weighs on your shoulders. Growing more heavy, taking on lightness.

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night

needs no stars

nowhere are you asked after.

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Linked in the chain

between Gold and Forgetting

Night.

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blacker in black, am I more naked

apostate only am I true

Ich bin du, wenn ich ich bin.

(I don't understand German. Don't ask).

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In the springs of your eyes

I drift on and dream of spoils

A net snared a net

embracing we sever.

Celan.

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You saw an image form, and stood in the shade. Found a kind of peace there. Held your breath (or died) and looked in many directions. Some laws are binding. Black searching-out the gold, a light that would gently burn so that departures would be muffled, soft as ash. The strangeness of it all. A dream I can't remember. Together alone.

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With all my thoughts I went

right out of the world:

there you were,

you my gentle one,

you my open one.

---G. Hill.