Sister Darkness

Death will come when thou art dead,

Soon, too soon —

Sleep will come when thou art fled;

Of neither would I ask the boon

I ask of thee, belovèd Night —

Swift be thine approaching flight

Come soon, soon!

— Percy Bysshe Shelley

Fractured Connection

You can woo a girl with a poem,
but you can't hold on to her with a poem.
Not even with a poetry movement. 

— Roberto Bolaño, Los Detectives Salvajes

Freedom, Baby!

The closer the better.

#292

The brevity of summer's rain breaks my heart.