The images we create could turn into wild beasts and tear us to pieces.

All creative acts are a kind of dying.

your name here - john ashbery

one by one people were swept away
calling endearing things to each other, using pet names.
'Achilles, meet Angus.' Then it all happened so quickly I
guess I never knew where we were going, where the pavement
was taking us.
Things got real quiet in the oubliette.
I was still reading Jean-Christophe. I'll never finish the darn thing.
Now is the time for you to go out into the light
and congratulate whoever is left in our city. People who survived
the eclipse. But I was totally taken with you, always have been.
Light a candle in my wreath, I'll be yours forever and will kiss you.