Labyrinth of Dreams

Labyrinth of Dreams – yamabuki
“Sometimes I see alone
coffins under sail,
embarking with the pale dead, 
with women that have dead hair,
with bakers who are as white as angels,
and pensive young girls 
married to notary publics,
caskets sailing up
the vertical river of the dead,
the river of dark purple,
moving upstream with sails 
filled out by the sound of death,
filled by the sound of death which is silence.”
— Pablo Neruda
“Nothing But Death”

Awakening
Lost in a Dream
Darkness returns
Dreamless sleep
yamabuki
June 2011
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