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1 " BEFORE YOUR LATE FACE,a lonerwandering betweennights that change me too,something came to stand,which was with us once already, un-touched by thoughts. "
― Paul Celan , Breathturn
2 " I burn this image, betweenthe horns, therein,in the singing of the coils, the marrow of the curdledheartseas swells. "
3 " The world is gone, I have to carry you. "
4 " From beholding the blackbirds, evenings, through the unbarred, thatsurrounds me,I promised myself weapons.From beholding the weapons— hands, from beholding the hands— the long ago by the sharp, flatpebble written line— Wave, youcarried it hither, honed it, gave yourself, un-losable, up,shoresand, you take,take in,sea-oats, blowyours along— ,the line, the line,through which we swim, entwined, twice each millennium,all that singing at the fingers,that even the through us living, magnificent-unexplainable flood does not believe us. "
