* A slip of the tongue and the hummingbird’s empty throne make the acquaintance of the word
which in turn adopts the phrase:
“I am closest to you when we are furthest apart,”
and together they follow the anxious doorway that leads far out of the city, where travelersalways meet, alone and abandoned with only their mysteries to guide them... and when thesun bleeds out of the dampness of the earth, like pale limbs entwined and exhausted, they allpause in their own fashion to reflect not upon themselves but on the white wolves in thegarden shivering like mist, in the mirror hiding your face.*The wind allows the layers to shift with blinding speed, while the black powder of thebride’s maid is filtered and separated into as many colors as are necessary to keep the Brideherself pierced with cruel and wondrous charms. Her pleasure is impossible truth in thecharred brightness of a starless ceremony rift with barbaric purity.* A secret society is composed of the anxious moments preceding a checkmate, when greatbirds resemble great walls of glass through which can be seen the sun laying its eggs in a very dark room. Your whispering is like a vessel from the 13th century...*To release the bones from endless calculations, it is necessary to bathe in darkness. Tograsp the meaning of attraction, it is useless without an act of violence to shape it, and give itmovement, immediacy, vertigo. She is burnt into the surface of the water, and moves outsideof her image.*Destiny is the movement of fine linen around the circumference of a gargoyletransfigured by nocturnal emissions and joyous reunions.*The author is pieced together with sand and imaginary conjunctions. You greet her withenchanted angles and remorseless endearments. She ignores you and denies the shape of yourvoice, and yet, with a precision known only to the most intelligent of the species, she offersyou the ill-fated costume of speaking in her presence. Your joy is surrounded by reindeer.