There will be something, later,
that fills with you
and lifts itself
to a mouth
I stand
up from the shatter of madness
and watch my hand
trace the one
single
circle
– Paul Celan
a blog of found things: words, art, photography, disappointment & hope.
There will be something, later,
that fills with you
and lifts itself
to a mouth
I stand
up from the shatter of madness
and watch my hand
trace the one
single
circle
– Paul Celan
