Feral

Chaos & Tranquility
{the beautiful ugly}







A coyote howls. A star falls.
And the night cracks me open,
with beauty sharp and poignant as grief.
The night cracks me open, like a geode,
exposing the crystal veins of intimacy.










Everything is blooming most recklessly;
if it were voices instead of colors,
there would be an unbelievable shrieking into the heart of the night.
~Rainer Maria Rilke.

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