Top 8 Warren Heiti Quotes
#1. The taste of chalk. The sun lays its copper thumbs on my eyelids. The radio plays the monologue of a dog. What is the formula for tomorrow?
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#2. The handless clock trying to hold
the hour of death, salt
in the last mouthful of water.
The windows opaque with silence,
silence stagnating in the wineglass.
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#4. The sky bruised my eyes with rain's weight and my body was a held breath.
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#5. Your self is a cosmetic
fiction, a centrifuge.
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#6. I stand there at the corner, known
by the equinox and knowing
nothing, exposed by the alethic
light of those apples,
that fearless crocus,
the magnolia tree, its chandelier
of tears.
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#7. The mind is moored to others;
the wasps orbit on little tethers of light.
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#8. Your voice, an evening
in late June, ice losing
its edges in a jar of tea.
Warren Heiti
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