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June 20, 2011 / mollywillows

above the clouds, & shit it forces one to think of –

if we coarsed-nerved human beings are dull to earth’s rotation, perhaps the human spirit responds in other ways to that perpetual motion of the planets; that tireless vibration of the atom.



the great affair of life is to move.

nothing lies still but death; wait, untrue. even death itself becomes new forms of movement– from decay buds the flower at dawn, no?

spirit; exhaustive ambassador of perpetual cosmic rumblings. ramblings. amen.

photos by mw, words inspired by harriet monroe of poetry magazine, 1926.


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