That book you loved—the heavy one listing your human words and what they mean— it’s still where you left it all those years ago:
I have trusted the smell of bread. I have trusted in the promise of hours. I have trusted in emptiness. I have trusted in
One mile from the concrete Bauhaus cathedral, down a trail crisscrossed with roots and fallen birches, stands an empty chapel dedicated to Mary. We
Listen to a song which is a song of a boy seduced by batman by superman by green lantern which is the screech of