” It is I, who awoke at dawn
And arose and descended the stair,
Conceiving a god in the eye of the sun, — In a woman’s hands and hair.
It is I whose flesh is gray with the stones
I builded into a wall:
With a mournful melody in my brain
Of a tune I cannot recall . . .” -Conrad Aiken // Image: Aurora (redux) @heathermcleanartist
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