there are breakages certainly
although bone can withstand more pressure than reinforced concrete
the psyche has its own architectures which pay little heed to gravity
an entire city can be populated on foundations little bigger than an ant
I have often watched these insects crawling across the desolations of tables
in such malarial humidities perception is closed to a perimeter of twenty feet
the night is making jaguar roars to scare away the blue skinned natives
within the circle of sight all objects are pretenaturally large and clear
I sip again the vitreous humours of my companions
and I have detached each lunate from each wrist and woven a palace from each
the dust from the ulysses butterfly is an excellent material for windows
such altitudes are dizzying but easily dispersed in alcohol
later the body will wither and every palace crash to the earth