"I come, I see, I speak. / Language is clouded with time, / the glimmer sinks with the sediment, / a haze of blindness disperses from the center."

"Language is flying: void to void, lightning to lighting. / So much sky outside the body of a flying bird, / and its shadow: a nick of light on the surface of the sea."

"A thing cannot leave a mark on glass unless / it is lighter than shadow, deeper than a cut, sheerer than a blade. / A crack cannot be seen."

"Cold, solid, fragile: this is the price / at which a thing attains transparence. / Transparence, strange language of seeing waves: / by speaking it I have already left it."

"But I live in things, enveloped by things, a life brimming with want."

"A thing persists in its initial tear. / As a bird in pure light persists in its shadow."

"So, this is what I see - still stone, but never strong again, / still flame, but never hot again, / still water, but never gentle, never flowing."

"All lofty things of this earth / and their tears."