We think the fire eats the wood. We are wrong. The wood reaches out to the flame. The fire licks at what the wood harbors, and the wood gives itself ….

The woman is not just a pleasure, nor even a problem. She is a meniscus that allows the absolute to have a shape, that lets him skate however briefly….

WAKING AT NIGHT The blue river is grey at morning and evening. There is twilight at dawn and dusk. I lie in the dark wondering if this quiet in me no….

What we feel most has no name but amber, archers, cinnamon, horses and birds..

We are all burning in time, but each is consumed at his own speed..

But anything worth doing is worth doing badly. Like being there by that summer ocean on the other side of the island while love was fading out of her….

We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones..

We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars..

Everyone forgets Icarus also flew..

I would say Pittsburgh softly each time before throwing him up. Whisper Pittsburgh with my mouth against the tiny ear and throw him higher. Pittsburg….

We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure, but not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have the stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthles….

We are resident inside with the machinery, a glimmering spread throughout the apparatus. We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing.….

You will love again, people say. Give it time. Me with time running out. Day after day of the everyday. What they call real life, made of eighth-inch….

I'm vain enough to think that I've made a successful life. I've had everything I've ever wanted. You can't beat that..