THIS NOW IS MOURNING, neither as work
nor love; as neither love
nor money has the kind of traction wanted -
as in the saucer's monocular
eye-beam, irresistable blue
spotlight that sweeps the twilit
roadside, and you off the face
of the familiar - as no
retraction is warranted, or possible.
--
Shall we be pure or impure? Today
we shall be very pure. It must always
be possible to contain
impurities in a pure way.
--Tarmo Uustalu and Varmo Vene
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