Litany of Sound My Spirit races back and forth On the mind of the S.S. Orizaba, Chasing after the ecstasy of Hart Crane's metaphors. My mind rolls in on a Porphyro of Reason, A large I, Staring at the roar of a parry. The Lake of Fire Stares through the Eye of Storm Blood. My mind becalmed there in the eye of the Eternal Calm of Midday Doldrums. The Eye of the Dragon poises on the eyelid of a Grain of Sand. The end of the Calm of a brackish day.
	—Owen Dunkle