...journey to no end
beyond the vivid severance of each day,
strangeness at doors, a different solitude
between the mirror and the window,
marked visible absences, colours of the mind,
marginal angels lightning-sketched in red chalk
on the month's accounts or marigolds
in paint runnily embossed, or the renounced self-portrait
with a seraph and a storm.
Geoffrey Hill, from Terribilis est locus iste
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