Le paradis n'est pas artificiel …

February 12, 2005

warm dark

how strange such times when
one sees in the dark so much
more than in the light

when seeing at all
can only be known when sight's
defined by shadow --

in the fact that I'm
blind -- there is the light. I saw
a girl whose face was

coloured of honey --
oh! Like amber in the sun.
(we invent nothing.
it has all been done)

Posted by Delire at February 12, 2005 10:56 PM
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