Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it's noon, that means we're inconsolable.
Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.
These, our bodies, possessed by light.
Tell me we'll never get used to it.
analog at heart
" When people look at my pictures I want them to feel the way they do when they want to read a line of poem twice. "
Robert Frank
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