An Artist Working With Glass — Photo-Artistry by kenne
At peace in my memory, heavenly body, circumference, boundary,
you cry on the shores of a horse’s eye.
. . . that never reaches the sea
But no one in the darkness will be able to give you distances,
only sharpened limits: diamond future.
. . . that never reaches the sea.
While the people look for pillowed silences,
you pulsate forever, defined by your ring.
. . . that never reaches the sea.
— from Little Girl Drowned in the Well by Federico Garcia Lorca
Becoming is Superior to Being 
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