Oblivion Speaks

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I am not here to ruin you.

I am already in you.

I am the work you don’t do.

I am what you understand best and wordless.

I am with you in your chair and in your song.

I am what you avoid and what you stop avoiding.

I am what’s left when there is nothing left.

Love me hard, pilgrim.

~ Sarah Manguso

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The great events of life often leave one unmoved; they pass out of consciousness, and, when one thinks of them, become unreal. Even the scarlet flowers of passion seem to grow in the same meadow as the poppies of oblivion. ~ Oscar Wilde