toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

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February 2012

456 posts

January 2012

359 posts

'Perhaps not to be is to be without your being.'

Perhaps not to be is to be without your being, without your going, that cuts noon light like a blue flower, without your passing later through fog and stones, without the torch you lift in your hand that others may not see as golden, that perhaps no one believed blossomed the glowing origin of the rose, without, in the end, your being, your coming suddenly, inspiringly, to know my life, blaze of...