If you were to release all your secrets,
all those heavy words,
you would rise, rise, rise
into the horizon, free. Bewildered.
— Anita Endrezze
all those heavy words,
you would rise, rise, rise
into the horizon, free. Bewildered.
— Anita Endrezze
Cries and Whisperings I
Is Sleeping NO CAMPING?
For Heavens Saké!
With All Due
Cries and Whisperings II
VEXICONIC appearances fracture and re-puzzle
Word Image Place Time.
In The Commons what emerges, looms, invites?
Resolve, anger, fear, desire, loss, yearning!
Near The Edgelands what?
Pauses, gaps, the unsaid ...
Oh, you know -- Life!
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