The ecstasy is so short but the forgetting is so long.

We convince by our presence.

Comrades mine and I in the midst, and their memory ever to keep for the dead I loved so well.

If any thing is sacred, the human body is sacred.

This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.

An electric chain seems to vibrate, as it were, between our brain and him or her preserved there [in a Daguerreotype] so well by the limner's cunning. Time, space, both are annihilated, and we identify the semblance with the reality.

I sing the body electric.