40 Quotes About The-galloping-hour

Return as ever. Your eyes are my only conveyance to death's other face.

I collapseI touch myselfa flower's gesturefrailcold

hours hours and hours snap up our pleasures

Don't forget your eyesbecause I inhabit them

the sense of thingsremains in the intensity of their names

devouring myself and panicking

All night I flee from someone. I lead the chase, I lead the fugue. I sing a song of mourning. Black birds over black shrouds. My brain cries.

I recall the wind, the lilacs, the gray, the perfume, the song, and the wind, but I don't recall what the angel said.

I waituntil they finish uplivingwithout youat dawn without you