Attentive without an object of attentiveness,
Unhappy without an object of unhappiness,
Desire in its highest form,
dog prayer, diminishment...
(...)
The world becomes more abundant in the severest light.
April, old courtesan, high-styler of months, dampen our mouths.
The dense and moist and cold and dark come together here.
The soul is air, and it maintains us.
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