in sifting slips, seeking what from lips might lean towards the dreams, i flipped through Roots and Wings where my finger pointed this:
"Darken me, erase me,
Blessed sleep,
As I lie under a heaven that mounts
Its guard over me."
-Jorge Guillen
from Quiero Dormir(I Want To Sleep)
which eventually led me here:
"I want to sleep the sleep of the apples,
I want to get far away from the busyness of the cemeteries.
I want to sleep the sleep of that child
who longed to cut his heart open far out at sea."
-Federico Garcia Lorca
from the beginning of Gacela of the Dark Death
Very fitting, as Lorca gave me the Somnambulist kissing in my ribs, brought back Luna, and sent me on the drift...
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