The first is called "Feral floats the form
in heaven and of light."
"The famous and the dead have learned
to fall between our eyes and their forms in heaven:
A philosophical eclipse, which edges them
in light like bodies in the 19th century
photo plates enwrapped in their emanations and pale shrouds.
They have their own cities called "Necropolis"
and "New York," built of what they are said to have said,
the famous and the dead.
In your gleaming imitations where the density of things
howls through the evening's blue precincts
you hurry home to practice passing drinks
from mouth to mouth, you the mere, the living.
Lit only by a faint electricity whose mind is elsewhere.
You wrote of them often, kissed one once, there
is a picture of you in your chair
at the end of the century, thinking their cities
until an aura and awfulness surrounded
you, a motion appearing as no motion at all, the inverse
of a wave, a demonology."