,,.each of their actions is, at once, that action and its mirror-image,

which possesses the special dignity of images, and this awareness prevents them

from succumbing for a single moment to chance and forgetfulness. Even when lovers twist

their naked bodies, skin against skin, seeking the position that will give

one the most pleasure in the other, even when murderers

plunge the knife into the black veins of the neck and more clotted blood

pours out the more they press the blade that slips between the tendons

it is not so much their copulating or murdering that matters as the copulating

or murdering of the images, limpid and cold in the mirror. (cities+eyes1)