"I will search for you after your death, to confront you. I will pose to you your timelessness and lack of fixity. I will say you have now never won. I will search for you across heaven, for you marked me when I was indistinct, when I was loving, I say." - Alice Notley, from In The Pines: Poems; “The Black Trailor (A Noir Fiction),”
Adoration and Contemplation by Cziiki























