I saw in an old building that shield you wore and Byron was outside in the window with his elbow over the sill like a movie neighbor, or a manin Miami waiting for word from a Woman. Ignored Poebirds in inchoate towers screeched at an incautious head.Insi… more »

My eyes are hot -Not from seeing, but the scene:Alarm inside this helmet invadesA sound convulsing to displace me;Even the callous breeze is shouted down;Pouring over Munch's accelerating vision in desperate hours:Nothing to put out the flame… more »