This spectral texture of darkness, this melody in the bones, this breath from diverse silences, this going down beneath ground,...

This spectral texture of darkness, this melody in the bones, this breath from diverse silences, this going down beneath ground, this dark, dark gallery, this sinking without sinking.

What am I saying ? It’s dark and I’d like to go inside. I don’t know what else to say. (I don’t want to speak, I want to go in.) Pain in the bones, language broken by the spadeful, step by step to reconstruct the diagram of unreality.

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