Sometimes I See Something So Moving I

They Passed Out Of The Shade Beneath The Eaves And Flew Into Sunglare And Silence And It Was An Action She Only Partly Saw, Elusive And Mutely Beautiful, The Birds So Sunstruck They Were Consumed By Light, Disembodied, Turned Into Something Sheer And Fleet And Scatter-bright.

Everyone Who Does Not Live In Berlin Lives In Brooklyn Now.

We're The Last Billionth Of A Second In The Evolution Of Matter.

Even When You Self-destruct, You Want To Fail More, Lose More, Die More Than Others, Stink More Than Others.

Maybe When We Die, The First Thing We'll Say Is 'i Know This Feeling. I Was Here Before'.