"...to enclose the present moment; to make it stay; to fill it fuller and fuller, with the past, the present and the future, until it shone, whole, bright, deep with understanding."

Virgina Woolf, The Years


10.8.15

Stars aren't always fixed


Story let me die
Get to the garden and leave your body outside

Story let me live
Stars aren't always known nor fixed for all children

(Who'll leave us better told?
Would have to say our names like they've never been before
Like the oldest book that gets new life with a new title
Rush right past the words to the symbol)






A little bit of almost New Myth, by Lia Ices

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