conjure tears (day 84)

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"Exile is not the sad privilege of only a few individuals: it has become synonymous with the human condition, but with (slight) difference that some of us are eaten by this illness in ways evident and definitive while all the others are not yet conscious of what they already are suffering from."

"The Devil knows how to row" --Coleridge

"You can’t stop throwing meaning at the void to turn it different colors."

the topic or its other
alike fiery to hold,
we reach for, as fruits wither
on ev'ry vine, the shield
of yesterday's oft-told;

& i who was wont to scurry
like mad on the avenue
would ransom with a fury
the useless produce now
for ghost futures to know.

Hagoday.

Dreamed of room after room crowded with people & no escape. Oblivious, they continued their separate conversations.

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