Neither dreaming nor awake. No qualities remain specific. All are present in transient measure and conformation. Just as the bird leaves the branch, the tree disappears from everything altogether. The word leaves the mouth — and the constellated dreamings that were its need and genesis are resolved. So, too, a life.

Oct 3, 2012

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