from #1
In the city guardians stroll by, sentries of their dream.
The secret of two is a miracle
Of the free, those heavenly bodies who pass each other on the
highways and for barely an instant
Look at each other as lastingly as comets.
from #3
Your Konch is that exquisite place most deeply inside the war
One must arrive there with the dexterity of the wounded pilot
Navigating labyrinths like the palm of his hand
Following each curve like a treasure map
With its walls and its gates
Shouting Red Rum Red Rum / Destruction Never