Rene Magritte

The Rain from Nothing

When we first met
I was obsessed with Houdini,
Gave you love letters
On paper that could dissolve in water,
On flash paper
That could burn to nothing in your palm.
 
The rain from nothing
Fell in our bedroom.
 
(As above, so below)

Flowers bloomed out of season.
All the outside faces studied
Our sympathetic magic,
Our blind survival.

Corrine De Winter


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