A star shoots bleeding across the skyline, a companion to the black wind. Silence comes sweeping across everything.
Joë BousquetTonight the thoughts of the dead are turning back to the earth.
Joë BousquetTags: dead
Yet a mysterious gate lay open within her shadow; and all my flesh was aware of black pathways and hovels and the silence one observes when the dead are near.
Joë BousquetAn immense body, encircling my delirium, a body made of wind and sunlight, crouching and stretching, encompassed the existence of the slightest human echo.
Tags: delirium surrealism echo
I gazed upon the earth and saw that a body, in its tender faithlessness, had located it in the sky. A splendid scarf of blood, looming above the abyss.
Joë BousquetTags: sky surrealism abyss
Now the night's breath responds to the sea, which I can scarcely hear from here, as it reminisces about its shipwrecks.
Joë BousquetTags: night sea surrealism
My wound existed before; I was born to embody it.
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