What is there but desire Clouds flatten the sky
At the end, the body's demands Two eucalyptus trees, one pine
For more for the chemical A helicopter cuts air
Compounds of pleasure Murder of crows rises
Once as a child, before gender Rush of the freeway
She desired flight, space, rockets Competing sirens
Later all her theories shrunk A cat slinks into the night
Into a particular moment Streetlights sufficient
A clinch, the bodies momentum Illumination