+++Dead Eyes Open, or, How the Woman in the Attic Fled, Never to Return+++ Prelude My eyes are arid and cold on a portraits insides. I am time-hardened wax and I can see wide! Fungus and frost have fondled my frontside and I - Did he wonder and wander in small ages? Did he forget that I died? Hes older and ugly and a beautiful baby, hes retinal mist. Far away, far away, leaning and twisting, I moan and I list! Middle Not flying, not walking, porous, like curtains, I hang on the dampness of Spring! Ive known my own scrapings for so many years, I know that something is coming! Not demon, not quickly, gradual breaking glass... My knees will go out from under me! Ive borne my own weight for so many years, I know the ground is dissolving! Not under, not behind, not slow and torpid... Im far-away attic frost, free and untangled! Conclusion Didnt he wonder? I shall surprise him! Did he forget? I shall remind him! Please hold my hand, beautiful, ugly man! Ive come untangled, but we shall find frost again! Dizzy and turning, you never need walk! I shall carry you, hold you, early and blinded! My son is no burden, Im ancient with sorrow strength! youtu.be/CEprzSKudAY
Posted on: Fri, 05 Dec 2014 01:30:53 +0000
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