Conversation May 28, 2014 12:15:51 PM – 12:19:27 PM

Write me into your lips. Me, the fragile truth. In the images, my language had become hostile: Suddenly one night, giraffes fell from your dreams.

And another day: Now I sail on dawn’s canopy of light. I read your lines. You, you. Over the rubble. You wrote no further.

At the time you were still a part of the slow, black beings of the mountains against the desperately fragile silence of the night.

I love to wake up and see you wake up.

The movement on the surface would make the words disappear.

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