"I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can."
"We are resident inside with the machinery, a glimmering spread throughout the apparatus. We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones. The flesh is a neighborhood, but not the life."
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Source: Jack Gilbert (2012). “Collected Poems”, p.354, Knopf
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