a torrid affair
all that you can receive ... lifetime intake ... in a single/singular moment. the moment you cease to be unfinished. the utmost completeness of pain. yes ... the singularity is a landscape of pain; each time different each time limitless. ((oh death, i would like to fuck you in return)) imagine rilke in duino - this noble solitude interrupted only by heart murmurs of angels' wings. this divine lack of presence ... a torrid affair of a poet and his insurmountably distant god. this machine of desire, death and despair. this longing for completeness. for "beauty is as close to terror as we can well endure".