Thursday, November 10, 2005

Metaphysics of the City



" But up in the day you, of course, are dancing over the asphalt
with the soles of your feet on fire, and you have silk against your navel’s white eye and a new coat in the sunshine. And up in the light somewhere I, of course, stand and watch how the cigarette’s blue soul flutters like a chaste angel through the shopping window frames into the egg toward eternal life."

Metaphysics of the City, Renseiw altered. An Egg view from Berlin. Enter the through the chandelier, or click here to view the scene.

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