“Flickering lightsanonymous doorsmy heart escaping in dripsi'm still waking upbut she's still sleepingthis ICU ishotel for the dead”
“My sparrow, she flickers and wakes and sings and sings. ”
“Time doesn't matter if the dead still live in your heart”
“Right now, the economy is a whole lot like a fairly good-looking brain-dead chick in a persistent vegetative coma. You can't really wake her up, but there's things she's still good for.”
“Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep burning, unquenchable.”
“Still she haunts me, phantomwise, Alice moving under skies Never seen by waking eyes.”