At peace at agony at peace

I rested in the arms of my arms
I no longer slept
It was night in the summer, winter in the day
An eternal shivering of thoughts
Fear love Fear love
Close the window open the window
You'll see you'll see
The hummingbird as motionless as a star

- Dora Maar

I am sort of content, now, rumbling cars below and the midnight hours creeping by, no, crawling. I took a picture of myself just now:



I think it is time to leave. No more dim lamp and pencil and paper and surrealist poetry. I must find music and my brother and dance and try to forget.