Sharing 'A Song on the End of the World'
The twilight is even more beautiful than we could have imagined, like two fawns standing at the edge of an open field, star-soft, a little dazed. What could go on and on does; so that to remember daylight seems unnecessary instead of impossible. The girl with the hope-root is waiting to plant, because death is like eating a certain honey, is like this path of Queen Anne's Lace, which is the only clothing anybody needs anywhere. So your nakedness isn't nakedness, the sky a blue dress folding itself again and again.