silence of the nothingberg (day 135)

(via via feuilleton)

"The notion that I was a Bourbon prince living on the island of Borneo superimposed itself on the actual circumstances of my life." (via feuilleton)

"words
from my deepest heart, i bow
the breath from their nostrils
in the cicada's screech"

--@poem_exe

Is that all?

journey the forgotten water

from the journal a lotus
the fraught hyaline taught us

staleness were the lesser odor

journey the forgotten water
only its stillness grows certain

the great oak is rotten
& our small ways murder

Ńdébé script thread.

"Life is the promenade of a somnambulist. When, and to what, will the wandering sleeper awaken?" --@KlarkashT

(via jarrod dimanuel in retro rockets on fb)