With wine and being lost, with less and less of both: I rode through the snow, do you read me I rode God far–I rode God near, he sang, it was our last ride over the hurdled humans. They cowered when they heard us overhead, they wrote, they lied our neighing into one of their image-ridden languages. – Paul Celan

With wine and being lost, with
less and less of both:

I rode through the snow, do you read me
I rode God far–I rode God
near, he sang,
it was
our last ride over
the hurdled humans.

They cowered when
they heard us
overhead, they
wrote, they
lied our neighing
into one of their
image-ridden languages. – Paul Celan

With wine and being lost, with less and less of both: I rode through the snow, do you read me I rode God far–I rode God near, he sang, it was our last ride over the hurdled humans. They cowered when they heard us overhead, they wrote, they lied our neighing into one of their image-ridden languages. – Paul Celan

With wine and being lost, with
less and less of both:

I rode through the snow, do you read me
I rode God far–I rode God
near, he sang,
it was
our last ride over
the hurdled humans.

They cowered when
they heard us
overhead, they
wrote, they
lied our neighing
into one of their
image-ridden languages. – Paul Celan

With wine and being lost, with less and less of both: I rode through the snow, do you read me I rode God far–I rode God near, he sang, it was our last ride over the hurdled humans. They cowered when they heard us overhead, they wrote, they lied our neighing into one of their image-ridden languages. – Paul Celan

With wine and being lost, with
less and less of both:

I rode through the snow, do you read me
I rode God far–I rode God
near, he sang,
it was
our last ride over
the hurdled humans.

They cowered when
they heard us
overhead, they
wrote, they
lied our neighing
into one of their
image-ridden languages. – Paul Celan

With wine and being lost, with less and less of both: I rode through the snow, do you read me I rode God far–I rode God near, he sang, it was our last ride over the hurdled humans. They cowered when they heard us overhead, they wrote, they lied our neighing into one of their image-ridden languages. – Paul Celan

With wine and being lost, with
less and less of both:

I rode through the snow, do you read me
I rode God far–I rode God
near, he sang,
it was
our last ride over
the hurdled humans.

They cowered when
they heard us
overhead, they
wrote, they
lied our neighing
into one of their
image-ridden languages. – Paul Celan

I had a dream about you. You were writing names and numbers in a book, and I asked if that was a phone book or the Book of Life. You answered in a way that blinded me with light, and I grew afraid. So I said, “Hey, what is that over there?” and I pointed over your shoulder, and when you turned to look I scribbled my name on the bottom of page one.  – Jarod Kintz

I had a dream about you. You were writing names and numbers in a book, and I asked if that was a phone book or the Book of Life. You answered in a way that blinded me with light, and I grew afraid. So I said, “Hey, what is that over there?” and I pointed over your shoulder, and when you turned to look I scribbled my name on the bottom of page one.  – Jarod Kintz