Ingmar Bergman’s Fuse Box II
A black hole lives here.
It pulls all energy and hope
In, merely to obliterate it all.
There is no waste,
There is no byproduct,
There is no is.
This is September.
“He has left his shaving brush
on top of the cabinet with doors of glass
that is merging with a cloud
— Louis Simpson / “Magritte Shaving”
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