In my motherland people kneel before wells.

In my motherland people pray to the crosses of flying birds.

A bone is a key to my people.

Among my people, only the dead have human faces.

- Valzhyna Mort
This is mine.
This sequence of evicted possibilities.
Displaced facts. Tricks of light. Reflections.
Invention, legend, myth. What you will. The shifts and fluencies are infinite.
The moving parts are marvelous.
Eavan Boland, from New Collected Poems:The Noise of Myth,” (via echymosis)
320 n quote on Julio 25, 2017 / words.
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