"The heart shuts,
The sea slides back,
The mirrors are sheeted."
"Little poppies, little hell flames,
Do you do no harm?
You flicker,
I cannot touch you.
I put my hands among the flames,
nothing burns.
And it exhausts me to watch you.
Flickering like that,
wrinkly and clear red, like the skin of a mouth."
"I smile, a budda,
all wants, desires falling away from me like rings."
"The magnolia, drunk on its own scent."
"The world is blood hot and personal."