So that was a near-death experience.
This is what one could call a near-sex experience.
[AUDIENCE LAUGHING]
"False spring."
"A lift in the weather, a clemency
I cling to like the legend of myself, self-exiled, world
wounded, God evenings like this, 80 degrees and half a world
away.
All night, the industry of erasure and effacement, our one
mouth working itself dry.
But even a God can't stop the light that defines us
and yield fruitless, two strangers
broken on the field of day.
In the window box, the narcissi come up blind."