Don’t weigh more than a flame and all will be well,
A flame of zephyr, a flame from a warm and blood-stained lung,
In a word, a flame.
Ruin in a friendly and rested face,
Ruin, to say everything, ruin.

Don’t weigh more than the top of a mast and all will be well.
A mast in the sky, a mast like a bodice.
One and no more.
One and feminine,
One.

Henri Michaux | Enchained Chains

Photo: Andrew McLeod | BLACKMETALCYTWÖMBLY