Skin Of Light


René Daumal

The skin of light enveloping this world lacks depth and I can actually see the black night

of all these

similar bodies beneath the trembling veil and light of myself it is this night that even the

mask of the

sun cannot hide from me I am the seer of night the auditor of silence for silence too is

dressed in

sonorous skin and each sense has its own night even as I do I am my own night I am the


of non-being and of all its splender I am the father of death she is its mother she whom I


from the perfect mirror of night I am the great inside-out man my words are a tunnel


through silence I understand all disillusionment I destroy what I become I kill what I love.

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