pondelok 23. februára 2015

And darkness was upon the face of the deep

snake sheds his skin every time he is unbearable to himself

what are we to do
we have to get used to each other

we emerge from hazy woods
there are no more flowers or clouds or myths
only faces clearer than anything, carved glass
the shape of all fears

nobody tells you oneness is scary
the ribs are tense, they stretch

is this how Eve came into existence?