if the book closes walnut eyes, draperies before a countenance without a face, your eyes are jellyfish—soft, colorless, juicy, tender, and jealous—but with electricity
Darkness descended: Exeunt the illumined diamond, Each facet a swath of color bursting light pools of radiant white defined in the pit of your eyes, the luster an elixir mixed
the cat burst atop a great bough, and like a mighty religion stood defiant in the sun; slender muscles in the face slapped green-black fire from ashes of