There is a fire in the mirror, br floating like a vapor on br the soft summer air. br br Splendid is the vertigo of nuns, br the nakedness of motion, br and the realization the moon br is a drowning white tortoise. br br I am terrified of clowns, br of the retarded, of blue-haired women, br of all those whose perfection br has been stolen. br br Shatter this wound. br Erase it from memory. br Cancel the universe.