Your enduringness, that sometimes
shudders several sleepers at once
but continues to remove itself
imperiously to cortex corners
has nothing to return to
though having navigated trysts
successfully is a rumor
even the waking skeptic
is excluded from
We are now on a willow islet
Hammock and honey
eighty years later
We are now on a willow islet
amidst the quietest like
murder from expressed emotion
Impregnable and myriad
without a single allusion
stranded in the billions
outside a forehead plus window
ovations of accidents becoming
obvious unto yourself
to know me
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The lines
"We are now on a willow islet amidst the quietest"
and
"Hammock and honey: eighty years later"
are the beginnings lines of chapters from Nabakov's "Ada, or Ardor: A Family Chronicle". Flipped to these chapters randomly.
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