and today we climb a rock and watch the long and torn out streak of the sunset swallow all of this city, the lights that spring from it. it is dangerous, the red and pink and grey and green and yellow of it, and it lurks in the back of my throat like sulphur. there is no pure part of it, i think, but it is beautiful. and then we run down the rocks and it is suddenly darkening and there is the shape of my body against the face of things, the strength in my arms as i pull myself upwards. my jaw is a solid shape, there are smiling eyes behind it. and then mike swings his arm upwards and it lands on me and we are walking again, into things, into the way they have form.