Simply put, the best sentence(s) I've read this past week, presented out of context and without commentary.
The subterranean elegance of shadows
and the moon like the inside of a jawbreaker
after all the color has been licked off,
all that sweet dye and sugar,
layer by layer
until only the soul of the thing is left, the hard center
that will choke you to death
if you're not careful.
"Gas Station" from Mayakovsky's Revolver by Matthew Dickman