Algeria: Most Serious Threat of All?
…les premieres elisions du jour nous furent telles que defaillances du language. –Chronique, St.-John Perse
She perfumed her breasts with rosewater. As certain.
As certain as if the narrative of moonlight was bourne through great whirlwinds, from more than half the distance of an entire meteor shower.
Sixteen/ coaches long.
True, as it may be, that intensity is paramount– for a sense of time and deep space drift in remembrance. Si, how are we to balance the anguish and ecstacy of these polar indeterminates?
this changing fire
and its innumerable ashes. Protocols mock. Glory, as it may be, comes in dark clouds, never on white horses.
Barely covered as if a yellow scarf enumerated by true/ blue flowers.