and circular days that open out

"only a moment while the cities, names,
flavors and everything that is alive
all crumble inside my blind skull,
while the sorrows of night press on my thoughts,
weight down my spine, and my blood runs
a little slower, my teeth wobble,
my eyes cloud over, and the days
and years heap their empty horrors"

Painting by Elizabeth Bishop / Words by Octavio Paz in "Sunstone"