Parading

of a sky incessantly paling my grain of sky

of the climbing ray ocellate trembling
of the climbing ray ocellate trembling
of microns of years of darkness
of microns of years of darkness
you want me to go from ᴀ to ʙ I cannot
you want me to go from ᴀ to ʙ I cannot
I cannot come out I’m in a traceless land —Samuel Beckett, translated by Philip Nikolayev
I cannot come out I’m in a traceless land
—Samuel Beckett, translated by Philip Nikolayev

atoms

One response to “of a sky incessantly paling my grain of sky”

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *