top Shuffle

Digital Collage

top I fantasmi della guerra
top Schande
top the unending

this universe as far as every star
is your ripening flesh: all hail.
Behold, you feel how nothing more clings to you:
your shell is in the unending,
and there the heavy juice halts and yearns.
And from beyond a brightness helps it
rilke

top sentier
top Stunden

hours

top Talon
top colline
top le brouillard qui vient