automatically in yr. heart

a vicious variety of vivid perceptions Arise in the airport, taking their turns One by one in their game of affecting me — Faces i’d never notice before become irresistable and everyone is actually assembled there for a divine celebration of transitoriness

each one that sees me is vivid but i couldn’t describe a single one to you

but i know that you feel the presence of each vivid perception automatically in yr. heart.