la madeleine
2010-08-05 | 1:03 a.m.
O the Proustian Waking dream That is life... And a moment arresting me In the throws of a moment past. A tangle of limbs, Or parcels pinched, A mouth on a mouth Turned a soul Like a wrench. The features Are creatures- Impressionist teachers... The distant pacing preachers Of life coming undone I'll walk there I'll drive there Ride the writhing tide there To get some fucking idea Of what I have become.
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