this teetering croquembouche of impudence
ars poetica
Oh Time travels on over Dream,
sunk in it up to its hair.
And yesterday and tomorrow eat
the shadowy flowers of despair.
— Federico García Lorca, from “Once Five Years Pass,” Once Five Years Pass And Other Dramatic Works
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