"deeply i go down into myself. my god is dark and like a webbing made of a hundred roots that drink in silence." -rainer maria rilke

2.16.2011

"Though I visit him
              Ceaselessly
              In my dreams,
            The sum of all those meetings
            Is less than a single waking glimpse."
-Ono no Kamachi
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