So close
We formed did
Drugs form us

An archive of eyes
To hear with you
The better with

No one here but
Butterflies drawn
By some body

Flutter like the
Collective function
Of a madeleine

Mineral owls
Of Minerva
And material

Conditions sparkle
Like blind feeling fly-
By-night reports

Information every
Which way ablaze
With organs without

Bodies so ecstasy
Folds what the
Multitude do.