"Let me into your silence."

There are cemeteries that are lonely, graves full of bones that do not make a sound, the heart moving through a tunnel, in it darkness, darkness, darkness, like a shipwreck we die going into ourselves, as though we were drowning inside our hearts, as though we lived falling out of the skin into the soul.

“each word a chemistry binding us to particular endless longings we take now as our own”

Houses are really bodies . We connect ourselves with walls, roofs, and objects just as we hang on to our livers, skeletons, flesh and bloodstream.

“do you think there is anywhere, in any language, a word billowing enough for the pleasure that fills you, as the sun reaches out, as it warms you as you stand there, empty-handed—”

“The work of magic involves transformation, and the first transformation is the shift of perception.”

Fragments.

“Under your skin the moon is alive.”