Monday, February 27, 2017

"Another Night" by Hidehiko Gotou

Where We Met A torch floats up the side of the hill, breaking the darkness as I hold you tight. I do not know if you slide down or crawl upwards, or whether the yellow circle is your moth-eye or the button of my sleeve. Stone endures, but memory is illusion. Our Fossils Beyond what is what Our form lies on the border More than you and me

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