Photography by Matt Wisniewski
name peice.
change your name by the period
of your age.
by the year.
by the day.
by occasions.
by the color of your dress.
~1964 ~ yoko ono
Then there are the stars - ineradicable, hard.
One touch : it burns and sickens.
I cannot see your eyes.
Where apple bloom ices the night
I walk in a ring,
A groove of old faults,
deep and bitter.
Love cannot come here.
A black gap discloses itself.
On the opposite lip
A small white soul is waving,
a small white maggot.
My limbs, also, have left me.
Who has dismembered us?
The dark is melting.
We touch like cripples.
~ Sylvia Plath
" They lived long,
And were faithful to the good in each other.
They suffered as their faith required. "
~ Wendell Berry
Love this photographer. Very inspiring. Thanks for posting.
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