I wake up with a sense of well-being
and wonder if I am dreaming;
then I realize that, little by little,
my self is coming back
despite me, despite everything--
my sexual, loud, obnoxious self
is coming back and it will be
generous again--I will be très généreux--
despite this world and
the tight fists of time.

The Architecture of Daydreams
Utopia Parkway
Powers of Ten
What Are You Looking At?
The Infinity of Lists
Dawns + Dusks
The Gorgeous Nothings