DAILY PHOTO: Seated Section of the Buddha Park
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I gasp in my last minute living loud, I'd dreamt of being carried on a cloud. But, My body 's too heavy, my mind too light, and nothing remains once I'm failed by sight. Just a pile of death stacked before the door, as carrion feeders squawk out for more. In eternal darkness, that endless void, I was once created, & now once destroyed.
Duino Elegies by Rainer Maria RilkeI first saw the stone beast by the light of a bright day -- frozen, still & placid My second sighting was on a rainy night, a steady, careless rain, the kind of rain that seems to have declared itself the new default mode. I saw it in the space of lightning flash -- the silhouetted gargoyle. It lacked the fine detail of its sculptor's effort. It lacked the clean edges and ornamental effects. Imagination filled in the lost detail with scales rippling under muscular flesh. And while the lightning felt prolonged, it was still just a flash -- leaving me to wonder whether I'd really seen it rear back, preparing to lunge off the wall? And then I saw the world through its eyes and all was better... and then all was worse.
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a sunflower. the spiral of its florets claims perfection