“We're not our skin of grime, we're not our dread bleak dusty imageless locomotive, we're all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we're blessedby our own seed & hairy nakedaccomplishment-bodies growing into mad black formal sunflowers in the sunset, spied on by our eyes under the shadow of the mad locomotive riverbank sunset Frisco hilly tincan evening sitdown vision.”

“…we’re all beautiful golden sunflowers inside, we’re all blessed by our own seed & golden hairy naked accomplishment(Sunflower Sutra)”

“We're all golden sunflowers inside.”

“Holy time in eternity holy eternity in time holy the clocks in space holy the fourth dimension holy the fifth International holy the Angel in Moloch!Holy the sea holy the desert holy the railroad holy the locomotive holy the visions holy the hallucinations holy the miracles holy the eyeball holy the abyss!Holy forgiveness! mercy! charity! faith! Holy! Ours! bodies! suffering! magnanimity!Holy the supernatural extra brilliant intelligent kindness of the soul!”

“Which way will the sunflower turn surrounded by millions of suns?”

“Unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, I loved you then!”

“...salute the new sunset”