white on black an octave higher to rest in a mute miracle in the lapse of that quietude vibrating in stillness in a chord – the infant history of ecstasy nihilistic poetry Share this: Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Like Loading...