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tender umbra

against her trunk, as
one would a willow
enclosed in the breathing
of bark and leaf and in

proximity, she swoons.
does a shuffle and soft twist
about which she thinks
i, blind, don’t see.  whilst
i sigh awhile and think


thought, without more 
recourse than a scent, 
a sinew, a trifling phrase
of kierkegaard.  she,
wet against my thigh; 

i, against her trunk. 

 

(bs, ‘13)

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It is seen from very early times that the use of speech, or writing, meant the introduction of ambiguity at the best, and falsehood at the worst; they therefore represented Thoth as followed by an ape, the cynocephalus, whose business was to distort the Word of the god; to mock, to simulate and to deceive.
(Therion, The Tarot of the Egyptians)

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What do you think about it, mister?” He turned and saw a young woman a good deal shorter than he and for a moment he thought she was fat until he saw it was not fat at all but merely that broad, simple, profoundly delicate and feminine articulation of Arabian mares—a woman of under twenty-five, in a print cotton dress, a face which laid no claim even to prettiness and wore no makeup save the painted broad mouth, with a faint inch-long scar on one cheek which he recognised as an old burn, doubtless from childhood. “You haven’t decided yet, have you?
Faulkner, The Wild Palms