of the shadow

The Death of Tane

Then there was the sickness—
So hot.
The vault of heaven darker,
Then darker still,
A black sun
At end.
It was succeeded by the shadow
Of the shadow—
Nearer and nearer to the pin prick
Of light
To the west,
A white effluent—
Soft and yielding—

What I’m Reading:

“But I wasn’t crying because I was sad. I guess I was crying because we had nowhere else to go, no choice but to go on living in this world. Crying because we had no other world to choose, and crying at everything before us, everything around us.”

— Mieko Kawakami / Heaven

About istsfor manity

i'm a truncated word-person looking for an assemblage of extracted teeth in a tent full of mosquitoes (and currently writing a novel without writing a novel word) and pulling nothing but the difficult out of the top hat while the bunny munches grass in the hallway. you might say: i’m thee asynchronous voice over in search of a film....
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