.
Close your eyes you can almost hear it, the low hum of the gone hiding
under the ground mixing in with the highpitched sounding of the yet unborn
still planted deep in the future. This wordless anthem or hymn sempiternal
works on you like a kind of spell, keeping you in the breath-thrall of the living
for now.
under the ground mixing in with the highpitched sounding of the yet unborn
still planted deep in the future. This wordless anthem or hymn sempiternal
works on you like a kind of spell, keeping you in the breath-thrall of the living
for now.
Paintings by Ernst Ludwig Kirchner (1880-1938)
Sertigweg, 1924/26 (Rolf Horn Collection)
At the Forest Edge, 1935/36 (Kunsthaus Glarus)
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