viii. night of darkness

“a watched clock never moves…” - louis macneice not startled, not afraid to teach the soul to fly, to grab life by the horns, to trace history and its grief, to dare god to explain himself, to feel warmth emanate from the hand of a stranger, to understand our need to belong before we become, to find wisdom even in needless parting, to hear love’s voice in the beast: in a way, trying to see the most with eyes wide shut, be sucked in the black hole that is god, see things in a different light, perceive a new angle in the soul’s divorce from flesh to flesh, to touch empty space and know for certain, how beautiful the unadorned dark of solace and sadness is. Tags: night, darkness, initiazen, titans, ust, doctormagnus, adsense, google