10.10.06
dochira kara
Rilke�s trees, their fire coloured hands laying finger spread on the ground, they do not resist their coming sleep. See how delicately they prepare, with their golden toilette, sliding at last into a silent nakedness? They strip off their ball gowns before you.
Perhaps that is why once inside the coldness feels warm. In your fight, you lose; you shiver under layers of other animals� skin.
Reconcile yourselves.
shi-ou-sama at
