VII Into that darknesswhere there is silence,and breath is humidand is smoke,and the other is cold,minutes have the shape of a mirror; and the skin melts,into each pore,pounding.
VII
Into that darknesswhere there is silence,and breath is humidand is smoke,and the other is cold,minutes have the shape of a mirror; and the skin melts,into each pore,pounding.
Into that darknesswhere there is silence,and breath is humidand is smoke,and the other is cold,minutes have the shape of a mirror;
and the skin melts,into each pore,pounding.