Nob 19, 2015

Concepcion Dadufalza in D minor

One by one the days slant toward the correctness of younger decisions. What of the interim? Riddled so by disease from seasons rubbing against each other, as strangers up the packed stairs. After the fruit, the partners had to climb down to mere knowledge of their happiness. Beef with Freud’s Sophocles is the labor toward the opposite of a riddle. On the road leading to evidence of his birth, the rookie commits at least two murders: old beggar, wise monster. Itself a ceremony of gesticulating patterns, myth does away with ceremonies of fabric: after dinner, the guest sires his mother’s grandchildren, looping and knotting generations to come / ring our bell with a smooth, green index. Nor would I wish upon you such perky days as these that would affirm you. A faint wish, a non-wish, and one seldom watered. Count it kindly among softer acts of devotion.