animal of a paramount tangent. She dies beneath the cloak of a loving fountain. You searchher paws for clues, daring to leave the house only at dusk. A night of glass-shaped bird memorials, with the witch growing more lucid with each kiss,each impossible arrival, never to be seen again except in darkness, when the tempting-machine begins to whir and spark with those obscene objects of desire flooding the empty rooms like salamanders and other grand gestures, other doorways.Humor and cruelty conspire to overwhelm the hesitations of the flowering mink slowly ebbing into the curtain call of precocious masks and impossible solutions. Life has noanswers, only marvelous distractions. Radiant equations.Gold is time compressed into a diamond. Time is the process by which infinity lifts herdress just enough to unsilver the mirror that reflects your absence. Your breath is thecompleted triangle of a furious glance. Night trembles, because it knows you...The agony of passion is the cat’s-cradle of a dozen cities driven by desert winds at the speedof light, and she had left all that behind, for the harem-face and the enchantment of thespecies, the adorable poppies of language burning out her eyes... Only her perfume remains,the cold, hard diamonds of her scent. Her joy is ruthless.Celebration and seduction, a primal bottling of medusa-driven serums, where yourreflection meets your shadow in a jealous quandary, and then reverses the direction of archetypal nods and pivoting stems and ocular roots in endless courtyards, beneath opulentgowns, across many languages, like flaws in the body of the universe firing up theantechamber of primitive delights...The forest of uncertain devices comes to meet you halfway, offering caresses that destroy calendars and important dates, germinating only those poses that defy your own gravity. Youmight touch those who wander in close, in a spirit that lacerates the confusion of response,flooding empty rooms with precognition and long slender shadows bordering on irresistiblelakes filled with final decisions and radical departures... but, as prey, beautiful and unerring...having seduced the predator with fresh indications of desire.