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Literary performance, essays, and spoken-word confessions from an author known only as Woolfinius Jackson Whürl. A voice from the Dust Meridian, reading the pages he never meant to send.
Le Baume de L'amour
> In the darkness, feelings become visions that our minds make real.
À l’abri de la nuit,
la tendresse s’incarna.
Cette prise, refuge de tes plaies,
non pas désir seulement,
mais soin...
mon désir, baume offert
aux violences
du jour qui veille.
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Our cover of night
became gentleness.
This grip, a refuge for your wounds...
not desire only,
but remedy:
my desire, a balm
for the violences
of waking hours.
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