Friday, 29 October 2010

until my fingers bleed

there are very few
situations that actually
have a point of no return.

it's all drama.

like when we die
the names change.

like the blood
that colours the heart
embroidered on sleeves.

more than shards
of porcelain and cinders.

flood me.

im ready
for what comes next.
forever elsewhere and here.

and all the charms and remedies
detract not from the star fields
whose glitter dusts our heads.

where even the walls
are filled with music.

cobalt.

and those things not intact
we stitch together. in here
where everythig is real.

where eyes turn inward,
away from the mirror
that reveals
not even half the story..


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“the beginning of all wisdom is to look fixedly on Clothes until they become transparent… the thing Visible, nay the thing Imagined, the thing in any way conceived as visible, what is it but a Garment, a clothing of the higher, celestial Invisible […] what is man himself and his whole terrestrial life, but an Emblem: a Clothing or visible garment for that divine me of his, cast hither, like a light-particle, down from Heaven?” ~ thomas carlyle, sartor restartus


"i suggest you try looking at a mirror in the night: it's dark, it's black, you see almost nothing at all; and yet this nothing is something quite distinctly different from the nothing of the rest of the darkness. you sense the glass, the doubling of depth, some kind of remnant of the ability to shimmer..." ~ musil

3 comments:

Anne Immelé said...

"away from the mirror that reveals not even half the story.."


the sentence resonates in my head...

Some Girl said...

I love this part: "flood me. im ready for what comes next. forever elsewhere and here."

Timo said...
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