(Source: ahuntersheart, via semperaugustus)
”
If I feel the night
move to disclosures or crescendos,
it’s only because I’m famished
for meaning; the night
merely dissolves.
If I feel the night
move to disclosures or crescendos,
it’s only because I’m famished
for meaning; the night
merely dissolves.
And your otherness is perfect as my death.
Your otherness exhausts me,
like looking suddenly up from her
to impossible stars fading.
Everything is punished by your absence.
Li-Young Lee, The City In Which I Love You
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